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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- NightflyersNaked in the eye line of my loveYou walk with such a graceMy grace, my graceMy grace, my graceEverlasting lifeNaked in the eye line of my love[chorus]The prize is tucked behind a row of liesSurrounded by boneIngrainedSystematicallyResponsive toResponsive toStimuliNow we flyNightflyingNightflyingNightflyingFlying flyingDecide your fateDie or flyAnd fly forever(Flying)Decide your fateDie or flyAnd fly forever(Flying)NightflyersWe areBasking in the colors of my loveYour gaze is like a beam of goldMy queen, my queenMy queen, my queenEverlasting lifeBasking in the colors of my love[chorus]Riding the backs of dreamsStraight on through to whatever’s nextWading in the danger of your love[chorus]Nestled in the nape of my loveYour touch is cold like a winter freezeMy bride, my brideMy bride, my brideEverlasting lifeNestled in the nape of my loveDrums - Robert ThigpenBass - Carl CunninghamBacking Vocals - Stephen MurphyVocals - Nick NunziataGuitar - Micah Robinson8 min
- Room For ErrorThere’s a ridge on the side of the mountainMy sights are fine, I’m satisfiedI’ll lie in wait until the sun comes upMy peace of mind, when they riseThere’s no room for error in this planFind my hideaway(Find it right away)The safest placeIs right behind me(Make it look like nothing happened)There’s no room for error in this planWe clean our messesWe let it go until the cancer spreadMy eyes were blind but now they’re fineI’ll make them pay for my declineNo signs of life, we can rideThere’s no room for error in this planFind my hideaway(Find it right away)The safest placeIs right behind me(Make it look like nothing happened)There’s no room for error in this planWe clean our messesDrums, Vocals - Nick NunziataBass - Carl CunninghamGuitar - Micah RobinsonGuitar, Backing Vocals - Stephen Murphy4 min
- The WoodshedIf you’ll allow me to bend your ear about something that hits real close to homeIt’s a personal story and I’ll bear my soulSo buckle up it’s outta controlIt’s a tale older than timeSatisfying and trueSo let’s go behind the woodshedThere’s fat to chewI was a fat cat living high on the hogUntil that hog decided to buckRadioactive as the day is longWith prickly hairs with venom to the touchAnd it’s a sign of the times that we didn’t have a contingency planFor a thermonuclear pigJust goes to show there are things you can’t learn in schoolIf you don’t open a bookI’m not ready for dyingI have a few tales left to tellWe should hide behind the woodshedFor a spellThis flat nosed beast had a terrible faceAnd a sulfur and bacon stinkThat makes you salivate like you won’t believeRight up until the moment where you’re cooked aliveIt’s a horrible place to beWhen you’re downwindYou can almost punch the smellBut you’d be best be running away‘Cause from a certain angle you got a very truffle faceLeave me out of your planningI’ll most likely be hidingJust peek behind the woodshedAnd I’ll be thereWhat a refreshing predicamentLiving through this wicked shitBut the bigger the pig the bigger the shindigThey flew a sortie and nailed it with missilesAnd now the county got to build a big fireCan you hear my tummyIt sounds like a volcanoWe’re eating this jerk tonightAnd sure our pals are in its bellyBut it’s what they would have wantedSo let’s tie a napkin around our napeSo bring me all the spicesAnd bring me all the beerFirst let’s hop behind the woodshedAnd celebrateDrums - John MakarewiczBass, Vocals - Nick NunziataGuitar - Stephen Murphy4 min
- Keep The ChangeI’ll name the price you can keep the changeI’ll take the climate you can keep the changeI’ll call your name you can keep the changeSettle on a rhetoric you can keep the changeBottle up aggression you can keep the changeYou want a different game you can keep the changeThis window’s closingI’m not changingMy mind is setLet the next wave sort it outI’ll eat the meat you can keep the changeI’ll ride the truck you can keep the changeI’ll fly the flag you can keep the changeYou hold his hand you can keep the changeI’ll stare you down you can keep the changeI’ll pull my gun you can keep the changeI’ll write the laws the way I want toI’ll watch it burn you can keep the changeI’ll stand the side you can keep the changeI’ll ride the past you can keep the changeSoon I’ll be down underI’m not changingMy mind is setLet the next wave sort this outDrums, Guitar - John MakarewiczBass, Vocals - Nick NunziataGuitar - Stephen Murphy4 min
- Them TrucksMetal grinds to metalThe kind of the love they knowCan you feel their magnificenceLarge and coldSlow and dangerousThem trucks are alivePhasing us allThem trucks are watching usJudgment day arrivesThe blood of heroesFind me againThem trucks are alivePhasing us allLoaded in the back like a cattle callHeavyweight down to featherweightAll the king’s men’s horses vivisectGristle and malaise in reposeOutside the steel will crackFed but hungry for the skinWe are falling voices sinkingUnited in chants verses them trucksLaced up tight like a human gloveHeld together stubborn and crampedSmell the gasoline it is tauntingNew gods in frail chassisWe are falling voices sinkingUnited in chants verses them trucksThe blood of heroesFind me againNails like chalk feel them crumbleWriting in silence and beggingThe oppressor always had it comingNow isn’t the time for opinionsWe are falling voices sinkingUnited in chants verses them trucksWe are rising through the exhaustDelivering measures to them trucksPut a box in a larger boxHide it deep in the undergroundPray the metal is deadAs you watch the comet passDrums, Guitar - John MakarewiczBass, Guitar - Stephen MurphyGuitar, Vocals - Nick Nunziata5 min
- Find Me LackingI caught the eyeThe silent rideFeel the ebbingFeel the flowSee the cutIt’s all thereI’m that guyBottled upTake the punishTake the biteLeave the hookIt’s all thereCaught a cold and missed some actionI can’t control if you find me lackingI am fighting to be so muchMore…More than thisBet on thisBet on thisBet on thisAll night long you find me lackingBut it’s your facade that’s crackingBet on thisBet on thisBet on thisI pulled the cardSlipped the bladeSpare the bodyLose the mindWalk it upIt’s all thereCaught a cold and missed some actionI can’t control if you find me lackingI am fighting to be so muchMore…More than thisI rub my eyeJust to clear the sightYou’re a bodyWith no ghostCleaned you outYou’re not thereDrums, Guitar - John MakarewiczBass, Vocals - Nick NunziataBacking Vocals - Stephen Murphy5 min
- Shapeless GrayShapeless Gray neither black nor whiteShapeless Gray walk that lineSolid ball in corner pocketPool cue in eye socketFeel the release as the crowd rolls inIt’s a scrum and we’re all inShapeless Gray don’t pick a sideShapeless Gray riding that lineRefugee in a safe harborSoft child made so much harderLend your expertise to those in needUntil they need no more let them free to infiltrateShapeless Gray you find your own strideShapeless Gray you make your own lineStart a fire near the recordsErase the memories and lies that fuelThe constant truth that’s never trueShapeless Gray it’s on my mindShapeless Gray no allegiance this timeShare a drink with your enemySee if who’s wrong just might be youThere’s the law that is written and the law that’s alivePut it all inside your bodyShapeless Gray neither black nor whiteShapeless Gray walk that lineBass - Carl CunninghamDrums, Vocals - Nick NunziataGuitar, Backing Vocals - Stephen Murphy3 min
- Leaking FuelI face a challengeA predicamentIt’s why I find it so surreal to meet you like thisPop your trunk and set me freeThis stupid plan is killing meWe leaking fuelI got the message I screwed upNow let me go before I blowWe leaking fuelI was only fightingThey deserved it and then someI then discoveredWhere the rubber hits the roadPop your trunk and set me freeThis stupid plan is killing meWe leaking fuelI got the message I screwed upNow let me go before I blowWe leaking fuelThere’s always dangerWe chose this gigStill surprisingTo be watching it from this vantageThe heat is risingIn this place and now in meI’m now realizingThat this isn’t just bad luck for mePop your trunk and set me freeThis stupid plan is killing meWe leaking fuelI got the message I screwed upNow let me go before I blowWe leaking fuelPop your trunk and set me freeThis stupid plan is killing meWe leaking fuelI got the message I screwed upNow let me go before I blowWe leaking fuelBass, Vocals - Nick NunziataDrums, guitar, backing vocals - Stephen MurphyGuitar - John Makarewicz4 min
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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.