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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- 5 min
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- Disconnected AgainWore this act so fineAnd now I’m seeingThe light from the tunnelIs now blindingBetter actBefore I’mDisconnected againBefore I’mDisconnected againBegged for mercyWhen you weren’t thereCaught a bite from somethingDeep undergroundFight or fleeBefore I’mDisconnected againBefore I’mDisconnected againI’ve been so enlightenedDespite all the frightening developmentsCan you speak a name without impunityCan you break down a wall made of mythsPulled the string to seeWhat would unravelCollapse into meSpirited thingsFind the sourceBefore I’mDisconnected againBefore I’mDisconnected againObeyed the signsUntil I was wiserNow the seams are showingAnd I’m awakeCommit to it allBefore I’mDisconnected againBefore I’mDisconnected againThe light at the endIs no longer blindingBut I love the liesMore than what I’m findingHere I am diggingDisconnected againI pulled my plugDisconnected againNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Bass4 min
- Soul To FlyBreatheStare into it allAnd watch it growFreezeThe thing that’s growingWatch it fallSomewhereOn highI float the skyLeaveThe liars all cling to thisBathe in itFor moonsLatelyI’ve concludedTo let them beSomewhereOn highI float the skySo many timesI asked my soul to flyHold onNo replySo it’s just IFree my soul to flyHold onStephen Murphy - DrumsNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar5 min
- The FatherSince there was a twinkle he was thereBouncing her up right on his kneeStaring into those eyesAlways promisingAlways watchingFor a reason to come to her defenseAnd it seems…He’s being mobilized…The father comes to equalizeHanding judgement to them allThe father always comes throughIt seems he’s everywhere you lookHe comes off to most as a teddy bearWith his claws tucked deepJust wanting to cuddleHe’s always scanningAlways waitingFor a reason to annihilateAnd it seems…He’s being mobilized…The father comes to equalizeHanding judgement to them allThe father always comes throughIt seems he’s everywhere you lookThe father’s winningThe father’s winningThe father’s winningBut will she let him live it downNow everyone’s aware she’s untouchableNot exactly what she orderedHe’s all apologizingBut still promisingAnd still watchingBecause she’s the only oneAnd it seems…He’s being mobilized…The father comes to equalizeHanding judgement to them allThe father always comes throughIt seems he’s everywhere you lookThe father’s winningThe father’s winningThe father’s winningBut will she let him live it downStephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Vocals4 min
- Sugar Rush SlaughterhouseSanta Claus has filled up on candyThis doesn’t bode well for the citizens of Puerto RicoHe must be stoppedFeeling that sugar rushFeeling that sugar rushFeeling that sugar rushFeeling that sugar rushI simply don’t knowThe place is jackedA Sugar Rush SlaughterhouseSugar Rush SlaughterhouseSugar Rush SlaughterhouseSugar Rush SlaughterhouseSugar Rush SlaughterhouseNick Nunziata - Keys, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Guitar, BassStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Vocals2 min
- The Midnight StickNow you’re at the mercy of the midnight stickA guise shared by manyTo cleanse this fading placeWasted golden years for a moment of power in the darkIn your stall the coldness is reaching through to your heartAs the moon rides high I take steps toward the doorAnd the clock is watchingThe man is in the house tonightIn constricted space I strive to be something apartBe what can be known as safeNo penitentiary violence on my watchAs the long hand movesChances growing thinAnd the clock is watchingThe next shift is about to beginNow you’re at the mercy of the midnight stickA guise shared by manyTo cleanse this fading placeHair stands on its end as the ritual is going downI tune my blind eye to the edge of insanityThis is never easyThis is never goodBut it leads us back to the blocksThe foundationNow you’re at the mercy of the midnight stickA guise shared by manyTo cleanse this fading placeCarl Cunningham - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - DrumsMicah Robinson - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - Guitar3 min
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- Hope, AgainWill the stars align one more timeAllow us see this thing throughIt’s the darkest nowSo much to carryAfraid to speakAfraid to moveSeeing redThe waterfall’s no longer blueNot a trick of lightWe did this tooWith our own reluctanceTo be the adult in the roomWhat’s worse than a stalemate?ConsequenceWhen talks have broken downIs it too much to ask to feel hope againTo feel hope againAnd all the baggage it entailsAre we willing not to be an obstacleSeeing past our differencesFor the many on the roadSo many reasonsFor us to moveMake room for the newWhat’s worse than a stalemateConsequenceWhen talks have broken downIs it too much to ask to feel hope againTo feel hope againAnd all the baggage it entailsFeel hopeFeel hope, againJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - Guitar, Backing VocalsCarl Cunningham - GuitarStephen Murphy - BassNick Nunziata - Vocals4 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.