Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Crimson Moon
    I've been down so many roads
    Heard so many people lie
    It's dangerous to assume the worst
    But I'm tired of dousing
    From all these times that I've been burned
    Stare up for a guide
    Try and read that crimson moon
    It's unrelenting
    This hollow feeling
    Save it all for the next life
    The strongest among us try
    But I can't seem to find that extra gear to care
    Stare up for a guide
    Try and read that crimson moon
    Stare up for a guide
    Try and read that crimson moon
    I'm digging deeper than I ever have
    To find that line inside of me
    Instead I pour everything into bloodlust
    Got to send that red into the sky
    I'm not one for introspection
    It hurts too much to see the holes
    But to keep on trying to fill this bottomless thing inside of me
    Might as well see who I'm sharing this moonlight with
    Stare up for a guide
    Stare up for a guide
    Drums - Robert Thigpen
    Guitar - Stephen Murphy
    Guitar - Carl Cunningham
    Bass, Guitar, Vocals - Nick Nunziata
    5 min
  • The Buyer Beware
    The size of the skull on the bottle
    The light at the end of the tunnel
    The dullness of the ring on the finger
    Let the buyer beware
    There’s danger in these hills and I’m feeling just salty enough to wait and see
    The the shade of black inside the eyeball
    The kind of joy behind the promise
    The kind of quiet around the corner
    Let the buyer beware
    There’s danger in these hills and I’m feeling just salty enough to wait and see
    The cry for help inside the fire
    The kind of the smile before the sunset
    The aging springs beneath the cushion
    Let the buyer beware
    There’s danger in these hills and I’m feeling just salty enough to wait and see
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar
    3 min
  • Shark in Sheep's Clothing
    My side’s satisfied
    A fin through the perimeter
    Just glide barely by
    They don’t even bat an eye
    In my mind I got the time
    To cozy up next to you and yours
    Sure I don’t look too good
    It’s a long game and I’m winning
    Short of sinning
    I’m going to make you mine
    But not tonight
    Finally in my sights
    So soft and pure
    Before they get ride by
    I flash that smile
    In my mind I got the time
    To cozy up next to you and yours
    Sure I don’t look too good
    It’s a long game and I’m winning
    Short of sinning
    I’m going to make you mine
    But not tonight
    Look at all the sweetness
    With no protection
    I might need to stick around
    There’s so many just like you
    In my mind I got the time
    To cozy up next to you and yours
    Sure I don’t look too good
    It’s a long game and I’m winning
    Short of sinning
    I’m going to make you mine
    But not tonight
    Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals - Stephen Murphy
    Bass - Carl Cunningham
    Guitar, Vocals - Nick Nunziata
    Guitar - John Makarewicz
    4 min
  • That Fateful Sting
    That fateful sting when they’re in denial
    This isn’t what the end was supposed to be
    Sometimes they won’t sign on the dotted line
    And sometimes the pen you give is poisoned
    Drink the wine
    Close your eyes
    Make no mistake
    This is where the story ends
    That fateful sting will come with kind eyes
    Accompanied by a stronger force
    Sometimes it’s best they take it calmly
    But sometimes it’s about the story
    Drink the wine
    Close your eyes
    Make no mistake
    This is where the story ends
    That fateful sting acts so quickly
    Minimize the risk and the pain
    Sometimes it’s best with complications
    Sometimes you have to prove a point
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar
    4 min
  • Two Sided
    Spacing is everything
    This opportunity
    Dabs of correction in the registry
    Stop me lest I catch a star
    The Letdown
    The Lowdown
    If only you were two sided
    I beg your nature to change
    Bilateral
    Collateral
    If only you were two sided
    I need you to question me
    Silence is deafening
    This new sensation
    Pessimism has a root in reality
    Heights to reach and people to eclipse
    The Letdown
    The Lowdown
    If only you were two sided
    I beg your nature to change
    Bilateral
    Collateral
    If only you were two sided
    I need you to question me
    Justice is threatening
    A needless outcome
    Creativity is a poisonous quill
    Stand them up in the shape you made
    The Letdown
    The Lowdown
    If only you were two sided
    I beg your nature to change
    Bilateral
    Collateral
    If only you were two sided
    I need you to question me
    The high road is paved with nails
    So cut me down or impale me
    The Letdown
    The Lowdown
    If only you were two sided
    I beg your nature to change
    Bass, Vocals - Nick Nunziata
    Drums - John Makarewicz
    Guitar, Backing Vocals - Stephen Murphy
    5 min
  • The Swingman
    Until the levee breaks
    We have reason to stay the course
    Keep the pace but little more
    Around the bend is something grim
    Showcase the pickle we’re now in
    No need to remind the clock who’s boss
    Our time is coming
    There is balance until
    The swingman, he comes to play
    One side topples then comes decay
    And now both sides lose value
    I assume you have a long memory
    There’s nothing good down there
    Until all is lost we know the cost
    Accrue the time to reverse the trend
    No need to shine a light at our inefficiency
    There is balance until
    The swingman, he comes to play
    One side topples then comes decay
    And now both sides lose value
    I assume you have a long memory
    There’s nothing good down there
    Integrity won’t sustain
    Yet all is see you defiantly pushing
    Until the levee breaks
    We have reason to stay the course
    Keep the pace but little more
    Around the bend is something grim
    Showcase the pickle we’re now in
    No need to remind the clock who’s boss
    Our time is coming
    There is balance until
    The swingman, he comes to play
    One side topples then comes decay
    And now both sides lose value
    I assume you have a long memory
    There’s nothing good down there
    Guitar, vocals - Nick Nunziata
    Bass, backing vocals - Stephen Murphy
    Guitar - Carl Cunningham
    Drums - John Makarewicz
    4 min
  • Gaslit
    We’re all playing a game
    I’m checkers you’re chess
    And it’s sinking in
    The finite seam
    Wearing thin, showing strain
    Appraising me from within
    Getting gaslit again
    Getting gaslit again
    That second glance
    The eyes linger one beat long
    Seeing something give
    The waiting game
    You move your piece so slow
    Don’t even see it move
    Getting gaslit again
    Getting gaslit again
    Lights go down
    The setting sun
    Silent fool
    You slip by me again
    Watershed
    It all comes trickling down
    Trickling down
    Confusion rule
    Where did I fall
    The footsteps fail
    I’m changing hands
    I give it all away
    Didn’t even feel the stick
    The queen takes her pawn
    An eyelash move
    And now we’re in the fold
    Getting gaslit again
    Getting gaslit again
    We’re all playing a game
    I’m checkers you’re chess
    And it’s sinking in
    The finite seam
    Wearing thin, showing strain
    Appraising me from within
    Getting gaslit again
    Getting gaslit again
    Drums - John Makarewicz
    Guitar - Micah Robinson
    Backing Vocals - Stephen Murphy
    Bass, Vocals - Nick Nunziata
    6 min
  • The Frozen Gun
    I’m a fighter
    Peace incarnate
    Lighten my load
    Take your absence
    Safest passage
    Facing the cold
    In this engagement the silence is whole
    The kindest thing you can do is fold
    The frozen gun holds no grudge at all
    I’m enlightened
    Enthusiast no more
    Alone is unfair
    But a vertical win
    Your safest passage
    Facing the cold
    In this engagement the silence is whole
    The kindest thing you can do is fold
    The frozen gun holds no grudge at all
    Hey there love
    It’s best you look away
    Remorse is baked in
    Peace incarnate
    Ability to close
    Lock away what’s seen
    Safest passage
    Facing the cold
    In this engagement the silence is whole
    The kindest thing you can do is fold
    The frozen gun holds no grudge at all
    In this engagement the silence is whole
    The kindest thing you can do is fold
    The frozen gun holds no grudge at all
    Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals - Stephen Murphy
    Bass, Guitar, Vocals - Nick Nunziata
    5 min

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