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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Mister GreyThe party’s on the floorWhere the machines lead toWatching us all writheImpossibly deep eyesSeeing beyond timeI’m alive because you want meMister Grey would you choose meTo be the final designMister Grey on this wild rideDancing deep into the undergroundSwollen and lucidTrailing fuel as we movePulled by invisible stringsMister Grey would you choose meTo be the final designMister Grey on this wild rideDancing deep into the undergroundI’m born anewMister Grey would you choose meTo be the final designMister Grey on this wild rideDancing deep into the undergroundStephen Murphy - DrumsNick Nunziata - VocalsMicah Robinson - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - Bass4 min
- Bees And BonnetsYour stomach’s upsetOh myOh myTake fiveThis hiveHoney is rancidAnd the bees they come hustlingAnd they’re buzzing into your bonnet……AgainYour sinus is infectedOh myOh myTake fiveThis hiveHoneycomb prisonAnd the bees they come hustlingAnd they’re buzzing into your bonnet…Hear the beesHear their diseaseYour eyes are glazed overOh myOh myTake fiveThis hiveStingers are stingingAnd the bees they come hustlingAnd they’re buzzing into your bonnet……AgainYour spine is freezingOh myOh myTake fiveThis hiveFeed the allergyAnd the bees they come hustlingAnd they’re buzzing into your bonnet…Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar5 min
- Sweeties For My SweetieI see your need the way it livesLike an animal that misses bloodI can be your elementalAnd you can be mine tooI’m in love with a hypochondriacGot some sweeties for my sweetieOpen up that duffel bagTo feed me what I’m needingLet’s see the latest harvestTo line it up for the nightThey stand in disciplinary linesIt’s the only way they knowYou’re in love with a hypochondriacGet some sweeties for my sweetieOpen up that duffel bagTo feed me what I’m needingWe’re not standing patInnocence is deadI wear the darkest hatAnd I feel it allThe mist off youI inhale it in like sinGet up like a rocketShoot through us both at onceSee the sounds that we both makeUncoil and riseThe season’s nowWe ride the unityI’m in love with a hypochondriacGot some sweeties for my sweetieOpen up that duffel bagTo feed me what I’m needingJohn Makarewicz - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsCarl Cunningham - GuitarStephen Murphy - Backing Vocals3 min
- Pink CloudsCaught in a trance todayToo many things too terribleI saw beasts rise from the groundStanding stillStruck by sightsHeavenwardBut Hell sentBut you know me and how I love that silver liningI’ll sit idly byWatch the pink clouds overheadThey slide inThen disappearJust like thatThey’re goneBut not for longSo longPlease smoke blow awayI see the light is rightBuildings may fall and so may weStanding proudStruck but strongAloneYet all as oneBut first the sky will share her dreamI’ll sit idly byWatch the pink clouds overheadThey slide inThen disappearJust like thatThey’re goneBut not for longSo longI’ll sit idly byWatch the pink clouds overheadThey slide inThen disappearJust like thatThey’re goneBut not for longSo longIt’s misting now and weSee a break aheadResilience is glueLoving livesThick with bondsUnitedUncommon though it beAnd above we see our guideI’ll sit idly byWatch the pink clouds overheadThey slide inThen disappearJust like thatThey’re goneBut not for longSo longRobert Thigpen - DrumsNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, VocalsCarl Cunningham - Guitar5 min
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- Lefty KnowsHe walks the coldest lineA loaded gun for boldnessHis crystal blue eyes are emptyI want to know what Lefty knowsSanctify until you’re blue in the faceWhere he walks a lifetime of trouble followsThere’s a line between fear and honorAnd he’s never strayedNever swayedThe long arm always questions himBut he walks so free it’s astoundingThe widest net, it ain’t come closeI want to know what Lefty knowsSanctify until you’re blue in the faceWhere he walks a lifetime of trouble followsThere’s a line between fear and honorAnd he’s never strayedNever swayedThe signs are all thereA trail of cannabis fireHe lives like a textbook thugBut he’s always a step aheadAlways walking that stepThe body seems to disappearSomehow he’s always in a different placeThe shadows never spill their beansI want to know what Lefty knowsThe signs are all thereHe lives like a textbook thugBut he’s always a step aheadHe’s always a step aheadAlways a step aheadI want to know what Lefty knowsJohn Makarewicz - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar5 min
- Little Silver PotYou stand on principle despite the avalancheYou receive your plans and go your way every single nightNever ask who and why just take the when and where and do the thingAs the moonlight burns another piece gets brokenI find you sublimeThere’s no denialThere’s a silence that sticks like fogWell worn shoes that tiptoe silentlyCan’t evade the questions that need to beStand and face me before I go crazy‘Cause from the outside the whole thing is about to go sidewaysIt’s a little silver pot that’s filled with answersIt’s taken so much time to find out whyThis receptacle has tendrils that stretch so far and wideInside’s a lightOr something else that’s brightSomeone else has given you licenseTo step outside this condition we are livingI need to see this special tragic objectThat has turned you into something elementalIt’s a little silver pot that’s filled with answersIt’s taken so much time to find out whyThis receptacle has tendrils that stretch so far and wideInside’s a lightOr something else that’s brightJohn Makarewicz - GuitarStephen Murphy - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals4 min
- The PrecursorSet in a boxA luxurious cageTo live a life insideWalled up jewelA prize to findSo sublimeIt’s no trapEveryone knowsNot to break the sealBeen a whileSince daylight shinedInside this cellSight gone blindAnd it’s just fineEvery sense is stronger nowElectrifyWhen it all goes downFeel it flowA woman’s touchEludes this placeIt’s all so coldThe end resultAn openingWe climb throughFeel the breezeA welcome chillThat living fuelSight gone blindAnd it’s just fineEvery sense is stronger nowThe blind begets the blindAll those days all that timeThe blind begets the blindAs they amass behindOld routinesInheritanceThe precursor left a clueBreak the cycleSteal the lockFrom underneathA broken boxNo walls existA standing ruleGateway drugThis newfound truthA larger cellSight gone blindAnd it’s just fineEvery sense is stronger nowJohn Makarewicz- DrumsJackson Makarewicz- GuitarStephen Murphy - BassMicah Robinson- GuitarNick Nunziata- Vocals5 min
- Lethal EliteEvery plan can falterI see this in real timeBottom falls outThey come snakingDionysus be damnedI’m slight but wiredIn this alleyway I catch fireAnd burn for youYour love is like honeyThick but close to dangerThe shadows our counselThey sweep through the sceneUnknown factorsNo one is quakingDespite our trainingWe shift like the windStraight through the fog of warI reach for youYour love is like poisonOnce you taste it’s too lateLethal lethal eliteLethal lethal eliteLethal lethal eliteLethal lethal eliteThe hydra is flawedThe head is where the trouble livesMore is less tomorrowTrust hands and fingersThey execute precisionWithout a second thoughtToo late to reconsiderI’m your family nowYour love is like lightningHot with repercussionsLethal lethal eliteLethal lethal eliteLethal lethal eliteLethal lethal eliteStephen Murphy - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals5 min
- Sneaking Around TownThe man is the missionFinal ask for permissionThe stuff we’re made ofIs radioactive…The way we breakdownAnother takedownThe flight of the PhoenixIs retroactive…Pantomime the coup de grace before the night we rideI can’t be held accountable for the insurmountableAching to test the boundariesBefore the slug can find meThe heat that drives usIs neverending…The man is the missionThe final ask for permissionThe stuff we’re made ofIs radioactive…Pantomime the coup de grace before the night we rideI can’t be held accountable for the insurmountableDrums, Guitar - Stephen MurphyGuitar, Bass, Vocals - Nick Nunziata5 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.