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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Corroded TruthListen to the lies as they rise lyingLighter than air the air up thereCold and damp they crystallize and fall down hard like acidTo the touch and they bindAnd the size of the storm is only matched by the fervorOf the sycophants who plead for a new beginningThey’ve waited for this momentTo watch it all go down in flameAnd they might just be getting their wish tonightStand in the edge of the fireNo need to recoil from the flameCorroded truth burns just like coalAnd innocence leaves no smokeWatch the wind carry it awayTheir ears are burning and not figurativelyAll these years of fear are finally alive and they’re taking rootNo water in the well they’re courting hellAnd they feel no need to comply to the truthWhen there’s no need to lie lowStand in the edge of the fireNo need to recoil from the flameCorroded truth burns just like coalAnd innocence leaves no smokeWatch the wind carry it awayRide this cavalcadeTry to be the last to knowThey walk in file on burning coalAnd feel as if they’re dissidents but when you’re blindAnd stay in line you’re peripheryIs nonexistent where they see unity I see the lapse in the lateralOn your guardOn my wayStand in the edge of the fireNo need to recoil from the flameCorroded truth burns just like coalAnd innocence leaves no smokeWatch the wind carry it awayThey trust their ways and love the beat and they fantasize with their head held high in their reverieIt makes them an easy targetFinally in succorLaden with the pride that’s flooded and bloodyStand in the edge of the fireNo need to recoil from the flameCorroded truth burns just like coalAnd innocence leaves no smokeWatch the wind carry it awayDrums - John MakarewiczGuitar - Micah RobinsonGuitar, Bass, Backing Vocals - Stephen MurphyVocals - Nick Nunziata6 min
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- Everyone has the Stomach for ThisEveryone has the Stomach for This by The Music of Brownwall Studios4 min
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- Stone Cold KillI am my father’s sonWicked to a faultHandpicked to executeTo this I solemnly swearStone Cold Killers AllA family born in gunpowderStone Cold Is AllWe areWe ownWe knowThe first memory is clearA crosshair comes to focusA squeeze of pressure and then the smokeAnd then the roadWhen all you care about is goldEverything has that shineYou sacrifice controlLose your sightStone Cold Killers AllA family born in gunpowderStone Cold Is AllWe areWe ownWe know(Solo)Stone Cold Killers AllA family born in gunpowderStone Cold Is AllWe areWe ownWe knowYou feel the need to understandWhere the lines must be drawnWhen all you know is bloodAll you know is all you needStone Cold Killers AllA family born in gunpowderStone Cold Is AllWe areWe ownWe knowLast looks before the nightThen the lights turned out for goodIf it’s motive that gets you throughIt’s going to be a long road for youWhen all you care about is goldEverything has that shineYou sacrifice controlLose your sightStone Cold Killers AllA family born in gunpowderStone Cold Is AllWe areWe ownWe knowDrums, Backing Vocals, Bass - Stephen MurphyGuitar, Vocals - Nick Nunziata4 min
- Rough EdgesI see them comingThe treasures in the alleywayThe light of the ambulanceI feel the tugOf the flashing of the muzzles tonightIt’s all part and parcelI know the past is changing meI feel the lines formingI know the past is changing meCant raise my hands to fight thisI polish all the rough edges smoothI need to safely pave the way for youI see them comingThe figures in the darkened hallThe face of the ferrymanI feel the pullOf the weight of the finishingIt’s the only way to winI know the past is changing meI feel the lines formingI know the past is changing meCant raise my hands to fight thisI see them comingThe low men in the yellow coatsThe peek behind the curtainI feel the breezeAs the shapes move past on left and rightI’m relieved of my dutyI know the past is changing meI feel the lines formingI know the past is changing meCant raise my hands to fight thisI polish all the rough edges smoothI need to safely pave the way for youI know the past is changing meI feel the lines formingI know the past is changing meCant raise my hands to fight thisDrums, Guitar - Stephen MurphyGuitar, Bass, Vocals - Nick Nunziata4 min
- Box Of ShadowsOpen my box of shadowsSo you can come insideTo witness the deepFeel the contoursThe matteThe coarseThe slideThe fading dawn…How the laughter swallows every thingPeek in this box of shadowsThe ride is never the sameCarry the weightBetween the planesFeel the voidShe calls your nameThe fading dawn…How the laughter swallows every thingLive in my box of shadowsThe real congeals and the real becomesSomething truer than you ever knewA snake’s embrace…A puncher’s chance is all you getTo plead your truth to the liar’s faceWakened now to how you choseTo become the coldThe fading dawn…How the laughter swallows every thingThe fading dawn…How the laughter swallows every thingDrums, Bass, Backing Vocals, Guitar - Stephen MurphyGuitar, Vocals - Nick Nunziata4 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.