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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Tend to DitherBetter to create than vacillateResults they shine a light so goldenTo hold it in your arms, feel the warmth of itInfection spreadIn society’s eyes make it look effortlessMaybe contagious regardlessIt’s your own and maybe not for longThe ones with the power to decideLook for all the opportunitiesAnd you feel in your bones it’s rightThey give you hope and tend to ditherLiving at the mercy of someone elseIs a shortcut to truncated lifeErratic patterns always watching that shadowNo time to build that something grandIn society’s eyes you’re a face in the crowdNot dangerous, you fall in lineAnd when you want to shine there’s always that obstacleThe ones with the power to decideLook for all the opportunitiesAnd you feel in your bones it’s rightThey give you hope and tend to ditherBetter to create than vacillateResults they shine a light so goldenTo hold it in your arms, feel the warmth of itInfection spreadIn society’s eyes make it look effortlessMaybe contagious regardlessIt’s your own and maybe not for longThe ones with the power to decideLook for all the opportunitiesAnd you feel in your bones it’s rightThey give you hope and tend to ditherJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Bass, Backing VocalsCarl Cunningham - GuitarMicah Robinson - Guitar4 min
- The StepsThere’s no room for debateWhen only you know the way(You know the way)Capture this momentA frame in your mindIt’s the only thing that you can controlOne of too manyTwo of enoughThreeImpossibleWe are rapidly ascendingAs the pressure grows strong(Pressure grows strong)Handle the dangerA pit in your chestIt’s the place where your dreams can be safeOne of too manyTwo of enoughThreeImpossibleWe take the steps to improve this rideWe take the steps to remove the doubtsWe take the stepsWe take the stepsWe take the stepsWe take the stepsWe ride the golden roadAnd only we know the way(We know the way)We drink the potionAnd know we embodyThe foundation and the templateJohn Makarewicz - Drums, GuitarMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals4 min
- The Waltz MacabreThe carnivalThe omnibusUnwritten rulesIt’s all of usWinding downLike clockwork gearsTwitching reelsThe stillness feelsLike staleness (insignificant)The paleness (The dweller leaves its home)The darkness poolsToo deep to treadThe words emergeA bursting headGather themAnd build the truthWill they forgiveThis narrativeEnlightenment (challenging the dark)Enchantment (we begin to hear the drum)There’s a bloodline not like mineLends itself to plunging depths not for seeing eyesAnd they dance the waltz macabreFootsteps that mimic the worldIt lives within the world where ghosts can roamAnd find their places in the lineAnd they dance the waltz macabreLike staleness (insignificant)The paleness (The dweller leaves its home)Enlightenment (challenging the dark)Enchantment (we begin to hear the drum)Watch them moveA synergyThe pulse of lifeThrough long dead fleshAwakening (there’s beauty in this)Appreciate (this artful fugue)The staleness (insignificant)There’s a bloodline not like mineLends itself to plunging depths not for seeing eyesAnd they dance the waltz macabreFootsteps that mimic the worldIt lives within the world where ghosts can roamAnd find their places in the lineAnd they dance the waltz macabreJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - GuitarStephen Murphy - Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Keys, VocalsCarl Cunningham - Guitar5 min
- StargazersLook aboveWhat do you seeMyth or historyImpartAnd distortUntil everyoneHas their own storyThere is a futureBut first we have to shed this lifeThe samenessThe weightlessThere is a territoryBeyond usWatching and waitingNever doubtingWhen the concepts start to sink inWe can behave as oneEver looking upwardThere’s a poetry in an endingWe only beginTo try to ascendDragged back downBy this gravityNot by its natureBy our ownStand in the middleNeutral bodyThe lift is thereJust waitingThere is a futureBut first we have to shed this lifeThe samenessThe weightlessWhen the concepts start to sink inWe can behave as oneEver looking upwardThere’s a poetry in an endingStargazersStargazersStargazersStargazersStargazersStargazersJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsCarl Cunningham - GuitarStephen Murphy - Backing Vocals5 min
- I Used to BeSee the signsI’m a washed up manBack up against the wallHemorrhaging prideNo filter allows me to have so much funI find it affects the resolve of everyoneA backhand complimentI’m such a characterInside my brain is filledSo many jokes and insultsSo many chances to ostracizeLet’s destroy what I used to beAnd save what’s worth keeping (for this final act)Let’s destroy what I used to beWhere we’re going (there’s no turning back)A lasting markUnforgettableBetter to not be rememberedThan what this isNo filter allows me to have so much funI find it affects the resolve of everyoneA backhand complimentI’m such a characterInside my brain is filledSo many jokes and insultsSo many chances to ostracizeLet’s destroy what I used to beAnd save what’s worth keeping (for this final act)Let’s destroy what I used to beWhere we’re going (there’s no turning back)No filter allows me to have so much funI find it affects the resolve of everyoneA backhand complimentI’m such a characterInside my brain is filledSo many jokes and insultsSo many chances to ostracizeJohn Makarewicz - BassMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals4 min
- Arcadian DreamsI’m surrounded by turbulenceLooking for an openingNo denialArcadian dreamsSimply livingStand here with meI’m on fireQuietlyArcadianI’m alive in the waiting lineWhite noise don’t qualifyParing down incessantlyBiding timeUntil we all fall inNo denialNo denialNo denialArcadian dreamsSimply livingStand here with meI’m on fireQuietlyArcadianNo need to diagnose meThis is the figure at peaceDeprivation of all the noiseClosing eyesAnd feeling freeNo denialArcadian dreamsNo denialArcadian dreamsNo denialArcadian dreamsSimply livingStand here with meI’m on fireQuietlyArcadianArcadian dreamsArcadianArcadian dreamsArcadianJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - GuitarCarl Cunningham - BassStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Vocals5 min
- ApoplecticI’m apoplectic about everythingNow nothing carries any weightI’m apoplectic even when I wakeNow every day is identicalI’m apoplectic just because I canThe gateway to a lesser ageI’m apoplectic even when I’m notSaving face for no one at allEyes onEyes on meEyes onEyes on meEyes onEyes on meI’m apoplectic just to feel aliveStanding up above the restI’m apoplectic even when I’m wrongImage is everythingEyes onEyes on meEyes onEyes on meEyes onEyes on meJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - GuitarCarl Cunningham - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keys, VocalsStephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals6 min
- Stop Drop and RollWhy so soreYou’re aliveThat’s a better way to beThere’s a fire creeping up the hillThat’s something realGet to runningYou’re not aloneEntitled fool, such a black cloudFollow the light to the top of the mountainNo doubt it’s fading, darling sing itNo doubt it’s fadingHow do you handle the newsYou stopYou dropAnd you rollThere’s a fire creeping up the hillRight now and you won’t believe itYou’re not aloneEntitled fool, such a black cloudFollow the light to the top of the mountainNo doubt it’s fading, darling sing itNo doubt it’s fadingHow do you handle the newsYou stopYou dropAnd you rollYou stopYou dropAnd you rollJohn Makarewicz - GuitarMicah Robinson - GuitarCarl Cunningham - BassNick Nunziata - VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing vocals3 min
- The Mandrake's PartyTiptoe quick into the darkened roomIf you feel like prancing on the moonJust assimilate into the backgroundWith the rest of the ghoulsStylish nights in unkept rooms the party going foolsThe carnival is on your palm and leaving town through the back of your headAdjustment made and now you’re swimming in a pool of iceCreep to deeper tombs to celebrate in gloomIt’s the mandrake’s party and you’re invitedCan you blend into the floorDo you want to feel my head spinIt’s the mandrake’s party and you’re invitedCan you blend into the floorDo you want to feel my head spinJohn Makarewicz - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboards, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - Bass, Guitar5 min
- Never AgroundWe left at dawnNot a storm in sightRaging seaAlmost instantlyImpossible in natureNo such thingIn the eyeMore than calmI see something largerWhere we’ve goneThere’s no timeDrifting freeI don’t careIt’s paradiseWailing songRiding deepNever agroundA moonlight glareThrough sunstroke hairI see something largerWhere we’ve goneThere’s no timeDrifting freeI don’t careIt’s paradiseWailing songRiding deepNever agroundJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals3 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.