Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Just Another Promise
    Honor among rogues like we
    Abyssal deep
    Closely knit forever
    Antagonist to protagonist too
    Let’s just be honest two
    I’ve known you all your life
    It’s just another promise
    You don’t intend to keep
    When your eyes go wild
    It’s just another promise
    You don’t intend to keep
    The tradecraft line
    A rigid beast
    We swear to uphold
    A tenuous screed
    Interloper to defender
    Let’s just be
    I’ve known you all your life
    It’s just another promise
    You don’t intend to keep
    When your eyes go wild
    It’s just another promise
    You don’t intend to keep
    I know what you know
    It’s just another promise
    You don’t intend to keep
    Why waste the time
    Why change the rules, your move
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    4 min
  • The Thing In The Lake
    Finally now that the springtime fades out
    There’s a whole new shine in this old place
    But as was the case before there’s always something waiting
    The summertime doesn’t pull its punches
    The thing in the lake is crawling out for more
    Make your sign
    It’s fine
    The thing in the lake is crawling out
    It’s all fine
    Magic fights magic
    It’s all fine
    Magic fights magic
    Our lineage is built on servitude
    To ancient curses and timeless pacts
    But my generation is about the experience
    And nothing is going to dampen that
    If you ignore it maybe it’ll go away
    I’m finding new ways to process
    Just because it’s my bloodline’s job
    To keep this thing from the populace
    The summertime doesn’t pull its punches
    The thing in the lake is crawling out for more
    Make your sign
    It’s fine
    The thing in the lake is crawling out
    I have to trust that I’m not the only one
    Who lives at the center of the universe
    I shouldn’t have to do things I don’t like to do
    Just because a dying witch told me to
    The summertime doesn’t pull its punches
    The thing in the lake is crawling out for more
    Make your sign
    It’s fine
    The thing in the lake is crawling out
    Magic fights magic
    It’s all fine
    Magic fights magic
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Shortfaced Lawrence
    I paid my fine
    Looked the bursar right in the eye
    You turned this world upon its side
    Now I view you through a new lens
    The scales have fallen from these eyes
    You’re the closest thing to a real life hero
    (Shortfaced Lawrence)
    You’re not all there
    You’re not all right
    (Shortfaced Lawrence)
    You’re just barely hanging on
    But there’s something special
    (Shortfaced Lawrence)
    You’ve got it going on
    You’re a real one
    (Shortfaced Lawrence)
    You’re the supreme
    You’re not of Earth
    (Shortfaced Lawrence)
    You’re a new world wonder
    You’re something special
    (Shortfaced Lawrence)
    You’ve got it going on
    You’re a real one
    I read the papers
    No one has seen you like I have
    It’s as if you were out here just for me
    Your mythology is rich
    No one seems to know your weakness
    I can have you all to myself
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Deserters
    Finding roses grown
    Where blood once spilled
    Glimmer of hope remains
    To rebuild again
    Waiting now to go home
    Horizon gaze the stage
    Swollen with pride
    And the new road ahead
    I’m just a walking guy
    Facing a future
    Desperate for some sign
    The element that fuels me
    Hold onto a choice
    The fight of your life
    Deserter to some but likely
    Just a wild hope come to light
    The night shares wealth
    The sound is clear
    Distilled like moonshine
    Intoxicate our ears
    Listen to the pulses
    The ebb and flow
    Throbbing like veins
    As we flow like blood
    I’m just a walking guy
    Facing a future
    Desperate for some sign
    The element that fuels me
    Hold onto a choice
    The fight of your life
    Deserter to some but likely
    Just a wild hope come to light
    Just a wild life
    We’re all wildlife
    Speak the truth
    Spread it like wildfire
    What’s behind is dry
    A living grave
    It can move and emulate
    But it’s just for show
    Walk this path with me
    The steps resound
    Speaking to the valley
    Help is on the way
    I’m just a walking guy
    Facing a future
    Desperate for some sign
    The element that fuels me
    Hold onto a choice
    The fight of your life
    Deserter to some but likely
    Just a wild hope come to light
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums
    6 min

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