Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Rust and Gristle
    Say what you will about my standstill
    I’m in observation mode
    The gaze will follow your behavior
    Then the truth will draw you in
    I’m here for all, lying in wait like the big cat
    To spring when the time is right
    Serve it up on a platter
    I’m on it
    Choke that rusty gristle down
    Hold in place for a moment
    See the ending coming
    Making that rust and gristle sound
    Walk this gallery
    As if you know me
    Ride the reputation train
    The horde will acknowledge your honor
    Then the truth will draw you in
    I’m here for all, lying in wait like the big cat
    To spring when the time is right
    This isn’t an attitude I cultivate
    My conscience is in the clear
    Say what you will about my standstill
    I’m in observation mode
    The gaze will follow your behavior
    Then the truth will draw you in
    I’m here for all, lying in wait like the big cat
    To spring when time is right
    Here I am watching, liking what I’m seeing
    Hold a breath while I sharpen my claws
    Serve it up on a platter
    I’m on it
    Choke that rusty gristle down
    Hold in place for a moment
    See the ending coming
    Making that rust and gristle sound
    Serve it up on a platter
    I’m on it
    Choke that rusty gristle down
    Hold in place for a moment
    See the ending coming
    Making that rust and gristle sound
    Robert Thigpen - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    6 min
  • The Rousing Conclusion
    Fearless until they are not
    A proper fight is not in the cards
    Wasting those chances to experience
    It all comes to this
    The rousing conclusion means more than you will know
    Dollars and stilettos change hands
    Lives evolve and bonds are formed
    Until the rousing conclusion turns it all upside down
    Daylight rides its horse
    Straight to this battlefield
    So society can win
    And stave off boredom yet again
    It all comes to this
    The rousing conclusion means more than you will know
    Dollars and stilettos change hands
    Lives evolve and bonds are formed
    Until the rousing conclusion turns it all upside down
    Pepper’s a spice and so am I
    Don’t mean to dominate
    Just want to ride the margins
    And make it all so much better
    It all comes to this
    The rousing conclusion means more than you will know
    Dollars and stilettos change hands
    Lives evolve and bonds are formed
    Until the rousing conclusion turns it all upside down
    Pepper’s a spice and so am I
    Don’t mean to dominate
    Just want to ride the margins
    And make it all so much better
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    5 min
  • Proper Beating
    We share quick glances while we elevate
    The clock is beckoning the tie is loose
    The traffic load is forthcoming
    We’ll find a way to let off steam
    I see a struggle in what you want
    I got the leather in this hand I hold
    Happy to swing happy to be the thing
    Just choose the game and I’ll be game
    Let’s get a proper beating in our hands
    The night so fine don’t want to waste it
    The grind is real and we all feel
    The need to feel and deal
    And reciprocate
    Undone I’m done
    Undone I’m done
    Undone I’m done
    Undone I’m done
    Despite appearances our pact is pure
    You hold the power in our game
    It’s all a mask for the way I feel
    And I’ll ride that mask until you care
    Let’s get a proper beating in our hands
    The night so fine don’t want to waste it
    Undone I’m done
    Undone I’m done
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    4 min
  • A House Collapsed
    I saw them lay their vaporous hands around my sister
    And society says that you have to report
    But the ghostly phone
    Is the only one ringing
    Buy us time
    By this time
    We should be whole
    We should be whole
    We should be whole
    Signs of blood
    Signs of love
    A house collapsed by ghosts
    Home is closed
    Signs of blood
    Signs of love
    A house collapsed by ghosts
    Signs of blood
    Signs of love
    A house collapsed by ghosts
    Home is closed
    Signs of blood
    Signs of love
    A house collapsed by ghosts
    Idyllic existence has been turned to dust in record time
    The weakening earth beneath us holds
    But the mother’s love
    Is the only kind working
    Buy us time
    By this time
    We should be whole
    We should be whole
    We should be whole
    Signs of blood
    Signs of love
    A house collapsed by ghosts
    Home is closed
    Signs of blood
    Signs of love
    A house collapsed by ghosts
    Signs of blood
    Signs of love
    A house collapsed by ghosts
    Home is closed
    Signs of blood
    Signs of love
    A house collapsed by ghosts
    So many different obstacles overcome in the face of the ancient
    It’s easy to believe when it’s right
    When the ghostly phone
    Dials your number
    Buy us time
    By this time
    We should be whole
    We should be whole
    We should be whole
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    4 min
  • One Lonely Miracle
    It’s a haul
    Minding jars
    Same thing everyday
    Until that one release
    Something new
    Something good
    Was trapped in time
    But now it’s free
    For me
    To understand
    And unleash
    Patterns sewn
    On the bone
    Leaving message
    For future folk
    One lonely miracle can change everything
    Now it’s me
    Now it’s me
    Inside the jar
    Twisting tight
    Lock me in
    Hermetically
    Technically
    I’m still walking free
    Patterns sewn
    On the bone
    Leaving message
    For future folk
    One lonely miracle can change everything
    Now it’s me
    Now it’s me
    Inside the jar
    Twisting tight
    Lock me in
    Hermetically
    Technically
    I’m still walking free
    Patterns sewn
    On the bone
    Leaving message
    For future folk
    One lonely miracle can change everything
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • And Therefore
    Sacrificed
    Idolized
    Use this world
    And therefore you are on my mind
    Rent free all the time
    Make it up to me
    Calcified
    Finalized
    Use this world
    And therefore you are on my mind
    Rent free all the time
    Make it up to me
    I’m of a mind to do something terrible and final
    Cause you change me and turn me
    So vulnerable
    Emulsified
    Putrefied
    Use this world
    And therefore you are on my mind
    Rent free all the time
    Make it up to me
    I’m of a mind to do something terrible and final
    Cause you change me and turn me
    So vulnerable
    Socialized
    Ostracized
    Use this world
    And therefore you are on my mind
    Rent free all the time
    Make it up to me
    Recognized
    Brutalized
    Use this world
    And therefore you are on my mind
    Rent free all the time
    Make it up to me
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    5 min
  • Safe For Today
    Holding my breath for a time to understand
    Slow it all down before it comes marching
    I'm safe for today
    But tomorrow has me in doubt
    Wasting away
    Short road ahead
    I know why things are slowing
    This freeze will pause what is growing inside of me
    Unrelenting force wants its way out
    I'm safe for today
    But tomorrow has me in doubt
    Wasting away
    Short road ahead
    The movement starts within
    Finding the shadows to rein the darkening
    My resolve will never falter
    I'm safe for today
    But tomorrow has me in doubt
    Wasting away
    Short road ahead
    Holding my breath for a time to understand
    Slow it all down before it comes marching
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • Paper Airplane
    Men contort their bodies
    In the way they kill
    The silhouette is unnatural
    But iconic in elegy
    When I was young I poured my grace
    Into simpler things
    A morning folding my chosen bird
    And watching her take flight
    Then the weather changed
    The cold seeped through
    A mind can’t be rinsed of some things
    Adrift in time’s gravitational pull
    I try to find something beautiful
    To wring me out
    Now this ground is drenched
    With no remedy
    Just me
    And my misfortune and doubt
    No one is going to unmake me
    Uncross these wires so frayed
    Chances gone to atone this body of stone
    I want to be back there when the sunlight burned so bright
    Fly away into something pure
    Folded
    And let the old me set me free
    Stephen Murphy - Drums
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    3 min
  • Unspent Karma
    Where the lines are forming
    Where we let the storm in
    It’s a damaged line
    We dare to cross
    Good deed went and got itself punished
    Is it all moot
    Find me blind
    And fill my eyes
    With all those selfless things
    Bad signs are coming
    I’ll see your idealism
    And raise you reality
    It’s time to cash it in
    All this karma I’ve accrued
    Unspent Karma
    Unspent Karma
    Paid in earnest
    And now they’re metastatic
    Expected
    Just like the sunrise
    Only these eyes
    Have seen where this was going
    A useless venture
    A cheap transaction
    Aligned
    Bad signs are coming
    I’ll see your idealism
    And raise you reality
    It’s time to cash it in
    All this karma I’ve accrued
    Unspent Karma
    Unspent Karma
    Unspent Karma
    Unspent Karma
    Unspent Karma
    Unspent Karma
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar
    Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    5 min
  • The Bloodletter
    The blood is mine
    All this time
    You’ve been holding out on me
    Now he comes
    This challenger
    Singular devotion to the craft
    The bloodletter’s home and upset
    The bloodletter’s going to bloodlet
    I’m insane and dangerous
    But a known commodity
    Largely tame
    Large Lee’s name
    Is rarely spoken ill
    The bloodletter’s home and upset
    The bloodletter’s going to bloodlet
    Blood is spilling
    The blood has nowhere to go
    Blood is spilling
    No drains in this place
    Blood is spilling
    Blood is spilling
    I’m sure you know
    All this time
    He and I are one and the same
    Now he comes
    My darker half
    Singular devotion to the craft
    The bloodletter’s home and upset
    Blood is spilling
    The bloodletter’s going to bloodlet
    Blood is spilling
    The blood has nowhere to go
    Large Lee’s stalking
    Large Lee’s loving
    No drains in this place and I’m a walking shadow
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    5 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.