Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Roadhouse Spy
    I’m a roadhouse spy my man
    Do what I can for god and country yeah
    It’s a lifestyle baby
    You’ve got to break rank to play
    Insider files I’m privy to
    It’s an intellectual game
    I’m a roadhouse spy my man
    Do what I can for god and country yeah
    Ain’t no time to be playing by rules
    Ain’t no time to be playing by rules
    Ain’t no time to be playing by rules
    If I fail the system dies
    The biggest switch in power
    So let’s get ourselves filthy
    Pretty much our default
    I’m a roadhouse spy my man
    Do what I can for god and country yeah
    Swapping suits for denim blues
    Same swagger without the masquerade
    Swing the same and bleed the same
    Step into my home run breeze
    I’m a roadhouse spy my man
    Do what I can for god and country yeah
    Ain’t no time to be playing by rules
    Ain’t no time to be playing by rules
    Ain’t no time to be playing by rules
    I’m a Roadhouse Spy
    I’m a Roadhouse Spy
    Drums, Guitar, Vocals - Nick Nunziata
    Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals - Stephen Murphy
    4 min
  • Patina Earned
    The world will push you
    No real way to push it back
    Instead it’s the little investments
    You’ve got to make on your own
    The scars of life
    That’s patina earned
    The lines of worry
    That’s patina earned
    The freight is too big to carry
    No room for complication
    We’re all imperfections
    Welcome each one with open arms
    The scars of life
    That’s patina earned
    The lines of worry
    That’s patina earned
    The new defects you discover
    That’s patina earned
    Something to carry you to the next dream
    The new person in the mirror
    The way it hurts my eyes
    Step aside and look deeper
    It’s all going to be alright
    Unbury the hero we’ve all got
    The life I save is mine
    Dangerous slope to walk upon
    But it’s the only way to go
    The scars of life
    That’s patina earned
    The lines of worry
    That’s patina earned
    The new defects you discover
    That’s patina earned
    Something to carry you to the next dream
    Drums, Vocals, Guitar - Nick Nunziata
    Bass - Carl Cunningham
    Guitar - Stephen Murphy
    4 min
  • One More Kiss
    The sport of courtship
    The hunted quarry
    Your layers revealed
    My little nesting doll
    Let me steal one more kiss
    Before the lights go out
    I feel I’ve been damned already
    Might as well enjoy this round
    This can go
    From one to a thousand more
    The add to the score
    Gathering becomes a movement
    Reptile eyes as I cross this room
    Reptile eyes as I cross this room
    Reptile eyes as I cross this room
    This can go
    From one to a thousand more
    The add to the score
    Gathering becomes a movement
    Let me steal just one more kiss
    Never seems to be enough
    But now it has to be
    This can go
    From one to a thousand more
    The add to the score
    Gathering becomes a movement
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
    5 min
  • A Bit Of Misdirection
    I’m a divot in the machine
    Holding tight before you scream
    Gears they rust and metal bends
    This contraption is built to fail
    A dangerous friend to all
    The collapse is inevitable
    Winding up, the coils slither
    The metal heart, grinding out
    A bit of misdirection before the strike
    You followed so long
    To find my center
    Now you’re here
    And you feel nothing
    Cause there’s nothing here
    You looked right and I left
    …I left you on your own
    Wages of fear, they lead you down
    This sorcerer, needs no spell
    Watch these hands, your fortune fades
    You followed so long
    To find my center
    Now you’re here
    And you feel nothing
    Cause there’s nothing here
    You looked right and I left
    …I left you on your own
    Drums, guitars, backing vocals - Stephen Murphy
    Bass, guitar, vocals - Nick Nunziata
    5 min
  • Cold Cases
    I’ve been low but never gone
    Seen the end of the road
    But not this close
    Quickening paces
    The streetlight hum
    Metronome
    Distant sight, fading light
    It’s a long, long lost art
    Channeling doubt into resolve
    Lighting sparks under the ice
    What was cold can now breathe
    Staring us all down
    Its unflinching gaze
    Quickening paces
    The streetlight hum
    Metronome
    Distant sight, fading light
    The cold cases cut too deep
    I’m the final line
    I’ve been saving my whole life for this time
    To be something
    I can turn just one more loss
    Into something
    Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals - Stephen Murphy
    Drums, Vocals - Nick Nunziata
    3 min

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