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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Poaching The BurlThere’s the blindWhat we find is primeAnd we collect until the daylight diesHeld down tightDeep struck rootsSick but strong with this diseaseRipping the exotic in plain sightIn the face of the changing timesWe are all rightRight off the vineIt’s a state of mindWe’re poaching the burl tonightSickness catches meNow I’m one with the woodI’m not alive unless I’m fightingGrowing misshapenSeeing through knotted lensNow I know the pain required to be realRipping the exotic in plain sightIn the face of the changing timesWe are all rightRight off the vineIt’s a state of mindWe’re poaching the burl tonightWe’re all immaterial in this placeGrowing gnarled and bitterConsumed and constrainedBut then a beam of light will pryAnd then there’s hopeAnd resolve that these aching knotsWither and revealWhat’s underneathheavier deliveryI’m not benignI’m in controlCling tightThere’s the blindWhat we find is primeAnd we collect until the daylight diesSick but strong with this diseaseDrums, Backing Vocals - Stephen MurphyGuitar - Micah RobinsonBass - Carl CunninghamVocals - Nick Nunziata5 min
- Hurry Up And WaitI can’t curl up and fold timeSo I bide mine and spare yoursUntil our lines overlapHurry upHurry up and waitHurry upHurry up and waitHurry up and wait for somethingPray for nothingI can’t streamline this realitySo I siphon pieces into anotherUntil it starts to feel like homeHurry upHurry up and waitHurry upHurry up and waitHurry up and wait for somethingPray for nothingAnticipate the timelineSliding down the bloodlineHurry upHurry up and waitHurry upHurry up and waitHurry up and wait for somethingPray for nothingAnticipate the timelineSliding down the bloodlineHurry upHurry up and waitHurry upHurry up and waitHurry up and wait for somethingPray for nothingI can’t curl up and fold timeSo I bide mine and spare yoursUntil our lines overlapHurry upHurry up and waitHurry upHurry up and waitHurry up and wait for somethingPray for nothingHurry upHurry up and waitHurry upHurry up and waitHurry up and wait for somethingPray for nothingDrums - John MakarewiczBass, Guitar, Vocals - Nick NunziataGuitar, Backing Vocals - Stephen MurphyGuitar - Carl Cunningham5 min
- Never Nothing NotWill you call my bluffAching feet on the roadGrass fed meFattened upBut do you have the stonesTo put me to restDare you to euthanizeWe have lost all controlOur places in the sunNeverNever nothing notAnswerNeverNow you stand your groundGone feral eyesA bloated treeBursting with sapWe have lost all controlOur places in the sunNeverNever nothing notAnswerNeverThe past is mineI took it downNow you call my bluffYellow stones on the roadNo dance to salvationJust cold hard truthWe have lost all controlOur places in the sunNeverNever nothing notAnswerNeverThe past is mineI took it downCouldn’t face itCouldn’t kill itJackson Makarewicz - DrumsJohn Makarewicz - GuitarMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - VocalsStephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals4 min
- Midnight DuelI thought I had youYou’re a believerI’m a fighter not a loverTo save your honorI volunteerBut you chose another loverMust we wait until the sun goes downAs the rain comes crashingWhen will we know if the midnight duel was foughtI need to knowAlways been impatientFate has stolen from meI’m a receiver not a giverTo preserve your nameI volunteerBut you chose another giverMust we wait until the sun goes downAs the rain comes crashingWhen will we know if the midnight duel was foughtI need to knowI thought I knew youYou’re the mold I grew fromI’m a copy not a masterTo save my honorI volunteerBut you sent me to the fire lineMust we wait until the sun goes downAs the rain comes crashingWhen will we know if the midnight duel was foughtI need to knowAnd now you have meYou’re a believerI’m a knight not the pawn you thoughtTo prove my valueI volunteeredBut you chose to forfeit the gameWandering lost like an animalDiscarded in fearNick Nunziata - Drums, VocalsStephen Murphy, Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals5 min
- Planned RiskAnd when you callSoldiers fall inGlad to take ordersThe mist has settled inThe plan is strongThe risk is within the linesIt’s all going down tonightPlanned risk it isNo need to say goodbyePlanned risk it isShapes on highAnd there it walksStories tallUnseen before by manThe mist has shared with usThe plan is strongThe risk is within the linesIt’s all going down tonightPlanned risk it isNo need to say goodbyePlanned risk it isShapes on highStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals4 min
- Spunky ChrisHe washes offBefore he’s dryEveryone knowsHe’s in the realm of the livingAnd it’s ok to moveHe’s a lot to take inBut his station’s jumpingThe people are satisfiedChris is onI said Chris is onI said Spunky Chris is onHis war paint’s wetBut his humor’s dryBut there’s a line for himHe’s in the realm of the livingAnd it’s ok to moveChris is onI said Chris is onI said Spunky Chris is onLike a castor oil martiniYou’re going to send it backLight a fire under that kitchen’s assChris is onI said Chris is onI said Spunky Chris is onLike a bag of broken snailsYou’re going to send it backLight a fire under that kitchen’s assChris is onI said Chris is onI said Spunky Chris is onHis apron’s a messBut his schedule’s cleanDivorcee got a hook in himHe’s in the lap of the luxuryAnd he’s spunky stillStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals4 min
- In The Arms Of OblivionMisplaced my lunchbox in the bottom of a deep dark wellFound myself asleep on the trainOn the train to somewhere elseTrack my path across the wave to see sunlightThere's no other way to look across the great divideIn the arms of oblivionThere's a secret door old and wood and hiddenAnd riddled with holesFound a key in a tree and I took the path that no one knowsTurned once or twiceAs the clock is wiseThere's no other to open this deviceIn the arms of oblivionRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkIn an ancient garden underneath a pile of soldier bonesPathway to a cold dark roomWent to sleep among the stonesWhen I rose I saw my soul flee to the skyWatching at me from across the great divideIn the arms of oblivionRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkRisking the obligation to come to the lightFeeling the challenge of greeting the darkJohn Makarewicz - DrumsDavid Krosner - KeyboardsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - VocalsMicah Robinson - Bass, Backing Vocals4 min
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- Excuse Me I'll Be On My WaySlapped in the faceBursting for informationNo time to relax in the nationI have plans that include only mePressing businessPressing business that includes only mePressing businessLiving alone is better than dying in a caravanExcuse me, I'll be on my wayI love your companyWhen you're on or under meSounds we make when we're snakingNo time to die, this dance is mineSitting on the carousel hiding under parasailsHiding under parasailsFires surprise but I rise at the crack of dawnExcuse me, I'll be on my wayYeahYeahLet's caravan, yeahLet's caravan, yeahLet's caravan, yeahLet's caravan, yeahLet's caravan, yeahLet's caravan, yeahLet's caravanIt's alright to change your mind all the timeAll the timeExcuse me, I'll be on my wayOn my wayIt's impossible to be the Lord of FliesExcuse me, I'll be on my wayLiving alone is better than dying in a caravanExcuse me, I'll be on my wayNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsStephen Murphy - GuitarJohn Makrewicz - Drums3 min
- Moon PantsDepressurizationIt's alrightTake a step into the rocket simulator babyMake sure the controls fit you just rightMechanics took a torch to the chassis just make sure this shit was safe and soundWell that's enough to give me the peace of mind I needChallenge the hull to the vacuumGive the craft a little bit of that what forPush the envelope all the wayThat's the only way to goWaking up in a deep dark placeWhere no one can hear you screamIt's enough to make lesser men go madBut I'm wearing my moon pantsYou're my space stationShit's alrightTake a grip on the pocket stimulator babyMake sure the controls are to your delightNo force in the Heavens can separate our space embraceI got you locked in right nowDon't be afraid to check the gauges or maximize the G forcesLet's see a little bit of that gravitational pullWaking up in a deep dark placeWhere no one can hear you screamIt's enough to make lesser men go madBut I'm wearing my moon pantsWaking up in a deep dark placeWhere no one can hear you screamIt's enough to make lesser men go madBut I'm wearing my moon pantsGet inside my pantsGet inside my pantsGet inside my pantsGet inside my pantsNick Nunziata - Keyboards, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Guitar, BassStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar4 min
About Brownwall
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We make music for our own sanity. Whatever mood strikes. Whomever from the circle is available. For over two decades. Cheapest therapy in the world. We hope you find some joy in it too.