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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Forgetful CharlesHe’s been waiting all his life for thisInside his dreams are brokenAccidental landslide left him hollowA shell of beautiful one we knewStand in line for forgetful CharlesKnows his name but not much elseWe all root for forgetful CharlesIt’s been a long hard roadInside his head are a billion thingsWishes splintered and lost in morassIt’s a sight to behold this once proud demigodLying oh so still in reposeStand in line for forgetful CharlesKnows his name but not much elseWe all root for forgetful CharlesCause it’s been a long hard roadEver since his body was buried in rocksHis dominance was thrown into doubtStand in line for forgetful CharlesKnows his name but not much elseWe all root for forgetful CharlesBut it’s been a long hard roadStephen Murphy - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- Our Time In CrisisI’ve been wantingFallingYou’ve been watchingCallingSave me from disasterDial your hotlineIn our time in crisisHelp each otherI know you’ve been thereIn our time of crisisWe’re the sameNever too far goneStand by healingFeelingFind me bleedingSave me from disasterThere’s no fault lineIn our time in crisisHelp each otherI know you’ve been thereIn our time of crisisWe’re the sameNever too far goneWasted memoryCaringWeighted blanketSharingSave me from disasterThere’s no fault lineIn our time in crisisHelp each otherI know you’ve been thereIn our time of crisisWe’re the sameNever too far goneI’ve been wantingFallingYou’ve been watchingCallingSave me from disasterDial your hotlineStephen Murphy - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals, Stylophone4 min
- The Neck DownI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingIf someone folds you neatlyCan you be small enough as to not be seen by prying eyes looking for faults that are surely there because I’m so imperfectI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingCan you exist and not be knownLive between walls and love their shelterNever having to expect another to be as considerate and trueIt’s a dreamI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingWater rolls off meBut I’m never cleanStaying putLike a treeBut not as strongDon’t prune meI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingI dream inside this woundThe dream that never comes trueA way of living without subtext and motiveIn parallel but with room for mysteryI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingWater rolls off meBut I’m never cleanStaying putLike a treeBut not as strongDon’t prune meStephen Murphy - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals5 min
- See Through YouDespite every inclinationI try to navigatePrecarious to the stepEvery glance explosiveEvery word a bombI’m finally myselfI see through youAll your lines, your tricksI see through youYou’d rather beg or borrowThan earn the win legitI once savored the rumbleEvery vowel a hammerAnd consonant nailsI’m finally myselfI see through youAll your lines, your tricksI see through youStaring down, biting downI see through youAre you sitting downI turned it aroundI’m finally myselfI see through youAll your lines, your tricksI see through youStaring down, biting downI see through youAre you sitting downI turned it aroundTurned it aroundTurned it aroundYour platform is brokenYour truth exposedI climb to higher groundEvery glance a footholdEvery word a harnessStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals4 min
- Broadsides And Boarding PartiesI will find you hopingSoak your skull and bonesI’ll unleash my furyBefore the crow flies homeI will find you in the vast expanse of waterAnd take the fighting directly to you and your ilkYou all are sick from scurvyA most unpleasant throngMy mast comes racing downYou’ll ride the seabed before longI will find you in the vast expanse of waterAnd take the fighting directly to you and your ilkOur dance is perfectionBroadsides and boarding partiesYou’ll be the captain no moreLet these waves baptizeOur dance is perfectionBroadsides and boarding partiesMove your pieces carefullyI was born for thisI see through my special glassA wave of fog is rolling inWe must act before our follyYour unwashed crew can never winI will find you in the vast expanse of waterAnd take the fighting directly to you and your ilkOur dance is perfectionBroadsides and boarding partiesYou’ll be the captain no moreLet these waves baptizeOur dance is perfectionBroadsides and boarding partiesMove your pieces carefullyI was born for thisOur dance is perfectionBroadsides and boarding partiesYou’ll be the captain no moreLet these waves baptizeI will find you in the vast expanse of waterAnd take the fighting directly to youStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar5 min
- Somewhere SafeDon’t send me to the sunI’m only boozingUntil I’m truly not aloneStained glass thick with grimeGave up on askingNow I’m about the quietI want to take you there nowTo somewhere safe to heal your sideWhere the bottles stay filledDomainIs it mineThe painLeave it behindI want to take you there nowTo somewhere safe to heal your sideWhere the bottles stay filledPainted upon the fallen rocksEasy lies and harder truthsDon’t send me to the sunI’m only boozingUntil I’m truly not aloneI want to take you there nowTo somewhere safe to heal your sideWhere the bottles stay filledAnd wine flows thickDance upon a graveWake the deadUntil they’re dancing tooI want to take you there nowTo somewhere safe to heal your sideWhere the bottles stay filledAnd wine flows thickDance upon a graveWake the deadUntil they’re dancing tooPainted upon the fallen rocksEasy lies and harder truthsWhat we took from themWhat I gave to youI want to take you there nowTo somewhere safe to heal your sideWhere the bottles stay filledAnd wine flows thickI want to take you there nowTo somewhere safe to heal your sideTo heal your sideJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Bass, Guitar6 min
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- Tide Pool CrawlersAll this time they been pulling their weightTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlFatty Fatty Two Step walking in the pubHead to toe in seaweedLost his boat in the storm his eyes are creamy whiteLet thine crusties populateAll this time they been pulling their weightTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlLook at Fatty run as the creepers gather speedPraying to the Lord that he still can climb a treeInvertebrates are brighter in the light of the full moonFatty gonna die unless he gets up really soonFishermen will watch from the cornerGas lamps illuminating the slaughterAll this time they been pulling their weightTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlTide pool crawlCrabs and Shrimp and Lobsters are all clicking their clawsAnd soon Fatty Fatty Two Step can't be seen no moreAll music by Nick Nunziata4 min
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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.