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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- The Rites Of SpringI find my eyesOpening wideToo soonToo soon the bloomThe winter is goneEven the loneliest foolCan find a glintIn the rites of springCarry your weightThrough that nightSteel yourselfFor the rites of SpringThe back breaksThe sun’s gazeAnd the flowers fallAs the climbers rise(Here we are…Allergens…)Finding places to infectSpringtime is coming for its blood(Light the way…Golden one….Plant your seed…Soldier on….)Finding places to infectSpringtime is coming for its bloodThe winter is goneThe loneliest foolCan find a glintIn the rites of springCarry your weightThrough that nightSteel yourselfFor the rites of SpringI find my eyesOpening wideToo soon too soonThe bloomThe winter is goneThe loneliest foolCan find a glintIn the rites of springCarry your weightThrough that nightSteel yourselfFor the rites of SpringThe back breaksThe sun’s gazeAnd the flowers fallAs the climbers rise(Here we are…Allergens…)Finding places to infectSpringtime is coming for its blood(Light the way…Golden one….Plant your seed…Soldier on….)Finding places to infectSpringtime is coming for its bloodI close my eyesInhaling deepBack to the wombDrums, Backing Vocals, Guitar - Stephen MurphyGuitar - Carl CunninghamGuitar - Micah RobinsonBass, Vocals - Nick Nunziata5 min
- FirefliesLate springtime blazeA field of fireGolden hair trailingAll my lifeA spotlight forms and tracks the sightStraight to the edgeWe can’t deny the endBrush catches quickSo smooth the spreadWe danced in it until we grewAll our lifeA spotlight forms and tracks the sightStraight to the edgeYou can’t deny the endStanding on the edge of the summerLike firefliesFunny how time diesLike firefliesA festival of nightThe sky rains downStreaks of collapsing starsAll of lifeA spotlight forms and tracks the sightStraight to the edgeWe can’t deny the endStanding on the edge of the summerLike firefliesFunny how time diesLike firefliesDrums, Guitar, Backing Vocals - Stephen MurphyGuitar, Drums - John MakarewiczBass - Carl CunninghamGuitar, Vocals - Nick Nunziata4 min
- Lay Your Trident DownThe shadow doubtsThe murky openingI’m more than a manCast the coral aside when it serves the kingLay your trident downTake part in everythingWon't you lay that trident down?A watery graveIs no grave at allWhen your more than a manFace the lord of the sea if it serves the kingLay your trident downAnd follow only meWon't you lay that trident down?In the beams of lightYou can see the lifeIf you’re more than a manRide the stallion through the haze if it serves the kingLay your trident downAnd bare your real teethAlong the way we’ll find itThe path of the sightlessThe moon the sun are only toolsWhen you’re more than a manLift your soul to the sky if it serves the kingLay your trident downAnd follow only meAll music by Nick Nunziata4 min
- The DeepEyes that invoke the glowSomething stirringDeep deep downOn my ownAloneDeep dark ghostIn this hole I roamSo deepThere's deep there's deep and then there's thisI'm a feather duster adriftI'm a pyramid of shrimpThe sacred places that bond usThoughts collate a collected swarmsMicroorganisms implode around meSo deepDeep downThis hole I roamDeep deep downThis hole I roamDeep deep downDeep dark ghostsAll music by Nick Nunziata4 min
- Grunion at SundownSee them wriggle in the surf nowLittle eyes aglowCatching raysThis is the danceThis is the danceSwim with the grunion at sundownSteal the eye off the big fishGrunion at sundownGrunion at sundownLet them growMy badMy goalWatch them shimmer in the moonlightThey glide as oneMy shadow guides them throughI feel them moveI feel them moveSwim with the grunionSwim with the grunionAll music by Nick Nunziata4 min
- Long Line Of GreenI’m in this for realMy debt is fullWatch the grass growSo full and deepWhat’s down thereThe richest soilsHere lies the spoilIt’s finally time to pay themFor all the amazementIt’s finally time to pay themA long line of greenSo full and deepWhat’s down thereThe richest soilsHere lies the spoilIt’s finally time to pay themFor all the amazementIt’s finally time to pay themA long line of greenClose your eyesAnd listenThere’s no heartbeatDeep downIt’s finally time to pay themFor all the amazementIt’s finally time to pay themA long line of greenDrums, Guitar, Vocals - Nick NunziataBass, Backing Vocals - Stephen MurphyGuitar - Carl Cunningham4 min
- Water Is WetFeel so chosen I am floatingYour acceptance has me glowingThe golden pony I’m here to ride itBreak her belly there’s dough inside itI am chilling the paint is chippingI see the sliver of the silverI know your scheme is working on meI cannot unsee the trickeryAnd water is wetWinding down and spinning outEverything comes back to youWinding down and spinning outI know something newIt’s like an asterisk I nearly missed itHand to heart to pocket no time to stop itThe belly’s empty and so am IGot revenging on my mindSuch a sad designI know your scheme is working on meI cannot unsee the trickeryAnd water is wetThe fire tornado it carries ashesTo and fro to the four windsThat’s where I’ll beI know your scheme is working on meI cannot unsee the trickeryAnd water is wetWinding down and spinning outEverything comes back to youWinding down and spinning outI know something newBass, Vocals - Nick NunziataGuitar - Micah RobinsonDrums, Backing Vocals - Stephen Murphy5 min
- Truck Stop DeadShe was left on the cornerFeeling no painOn the sidewalk she shone like a beaconCome one and all and bask in her cathode expressionSlower than slowLower than lowFrom the shadows he comes stalkingBetter jail cell alive than truck stop deadBut hindsight is blindWidening glancesHer grace and distinctionDefied by her ageWalk it in slowLet them find the lineThen the hook can be setSuch a selfless gesture it seemsBut lowOh so lowSlower than slowLower than lowFrom the shadows he comes stalkingBetter jail cell alive than truck stop deadBut hindsight is blindThe clock creeps alongFinding a roostThe darkening sky opens upSheets of rain form reflecting poolsWhere true faces showSlower than slowLower than lowFrom the shadows he comes stalkingBetter jail cell alive than truck stop deadBut hindsight is blindOn the horizon a new day smilesBut what it sees is unthinkableAnd she’s gone somewhere new to feedBass - Carl CunninghamDrums, Backing Vocals - Stephen MurphyGuitar - Micah RobinsonVocals - Nick Nunziata4 min
- Sail Home TonightI’ve been living in a fog for the longest timeLiving alone scanning the curvature of the worldWasting my timeSpinning the lineFind me an openingGazing inFading thinFind me hopingAnd when you call meI’ll sail home tonightIf I hear your voiceI’ll sail home tonightThe riptide loomsThe tide will riseBut remind me you’re aliveAnd I’ll sail home tonightSoul searching manForever watchingA blinking buoyLasting wishesCold salt eyesStanding seaside seeingAnd when you call meI’ll sail home tonightIf I hear your voiceI’ll sail home tonightThe riptide loomsThe tide will riseBut remind me you’re aliveAnd I’ll sail home tonightFeeling aloneGrit teeth and bearThe call that never comesLonely windsCarry the soundOf my futile cryAnd when you call meI’ll sail home tonightIf I hear your voiceI’ll sail home tonightThe riptide loomsThe tide will riseBut remind me you’re aliveAnd I’ll sail home tonightDrums, Backing Vocals - Stephen MurphyVocals - Nick NunziataBass, Guitar - Micah RobinsonGuitar - Carl Cunningham5 min
- Red HeatIn the face of the fire lineWe stand before a fenceDo we climb or do we stareAction so unspentDoes it stainWhat they’re sayingThe answer becomes clearIs it pride is it posture or are you ruled completely by your fear?We’re the Red Heat generationScared of what’s on the other sideLeave our backs unprotectedHere come the knifeHere come the knifeI will stayI will stayI will stayI exist to be proven wrongBut so far I’m untappedWhat’s the cost for followingThe movement of the ball?The sleight of handIs sideshow staleThe answer becomes clearIs it pride is it posture or are you ruled completely by your fear?We’re the Red Heat generationScared of what’s on the other sideLeave our backs unprotectedHere come the knifeHere come the knifeI will stayI will stayI will stayThe face of the enemyLooks peculiarly just like youSo avert your gaze from over thereAnd keep the swivel greasedDoes it stainWhat they’re sayingIt ought to if it’s trueIs it guilt or is it acceptance because the one who slipped was you?We’re the Red Heat generationScared of what’s on the other sideLeave our backs unprotectedHere come the knifeHere come the knifeI will stayI will stayI will stayI will stayI will stayI will stayDrums - Robert ThigpenGuitar, Vocals - Nick NunziataBass, Guitar, Backing Vocals- Stephen Murphy5 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.