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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Lefty KnowsRecorded live 8/1/26 @ BrownwallHe walks the coldest lineA loaded gun for boldnessHis crystal blue eyes are emptyI want to know what Lefty knowsSanctify until you’re blue in the faceWhere he walks a lifetime of trouble followsThere’s a line between fear and honorAnd he’s never strayedNever swayedThe long arm always questions himBut he walks so free it’s astoundingThe widest net, it ain’t come closeI want to know what Lefty knowsSanctify until you’re blue in the faceWhere he walks a lifetime of trouble followsThere’s a line between fear and honorAnd he’s never strayedNever swayedThe signs are all thereA trail of cannabis fireHe lives like a textbook thugBut he’s always a step aheadAlways walking that stepThe body seems to disappearSomehow, he’s in a different placeThe shadows never spill their beansI want to know what Lefty knowsJohn Makarewicz - DrumsSteve Murphy - GuitarNick Nunziata - Vocals3 min
- I’m JackRecorded live 8/1/26 @ BrownwallClean it upWho's the cool persuader but meI'm the only one standingBreaking upAll relations are a backslideDon't ya know, taking it down is all that mattersBleed for me babyCan't bring blood from a stone but it's worth a dip tonightDon't rest that head without a little of that up and up and up and up and up and up and up and upHost a slice for the weary old manYou know where I've beenI've been everywhereRaise a glassRaise that assLet's raise the hellIt's about time you used all that noise for somethingI'm JackI'm on the rocksTake a sipI'm JackI'm in the boxTake a dipMother of it's been too longRapid fire jackhammerBobbing bobcat assYou've become a gold medal, blue ribbon, evangelical place to amusement parkI'm big enough to ride this rideRoller coaster overI'm JackJohn Makarewicz - DrumsSteve Murphy - GuitarNick Nunziata - Vocals3 min
- I Like All AgesRecorded live 8/1/26 @ BrownwallWonderfulTolerableDon't blame yourself for you for how I feelCyclicalPhysicalTime has no sway on this paradeFinallyYou and meAutumn, Spring, and in betweenI like all ages babyListen listen listen listen listen listen, oh yeahI like all ages babyListen listen listen listen, oh yeahI like all ages babyListen listen listen listen listen listen, oh yeahI like all ages babyListen listen listen listen, oh yeahTangibleSwollen fullOur love transcends all right and wrongMostly wrongMostly wrongMostly wrongMostly wrongJohn Makarewicz - DrumsSteve Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Vocals2 min
- Caught in a Bear TrapRecorded live 8/1/26 @ BrownwallHere's come the handymanBoatload of cologneSweating off the gristle and his eyes are filled with flameHis computer's offlineHe's got a job to do and it involves getting freeCaught in a bear trapUp to the knee in boneThere goes another wolfEyes are getting beadyCaught in a bear trapUp to the knee in boneIt's his soul he holdsHe ain't said his pieceHigh stepping dudeDidn't step and now he's screwedHis phone's in the truckAnd the moon is just behind that cloudCaught in a bear trapUp to the knee in boneIt's his soul he holdsBut he ain't said his pieceBye bye beastBye bye beastHe wants to be set freeBut not like a beastJohn Makarewicz - DrumsSteve Murphy - GuitarNick Nunziata - Vocals2 min
- The Neck DownRecorded live 8/1/26 @ BrownwallI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingIf someone folds you neatlyCan you be small enough as to not be seen by prying eyes looking for faults that are surely there because I’m so imperfectI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingCan you exist and not be knownLive between walls and love their shelterNever having to expect another to be as considerate and trueIt’s a dreamI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingWater rolls off meBut I’m never cleanStaying putLike a treeBut not as strongDon’t prune meI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingI dream inside this woundThe dream that never comes trueA way of living without subtext and motiveIn parallel but with room for mysteryI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingI can’t feel a thing from the neck downCan you tell me if I’m movingWater rolls off meBut I’m never cleanStaying putLike a treeBut not as strongDon’t prune meJohn Makarewicz - DrumsSteve Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Vocals3 min
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- ForgoneIn the horizonSigns of locustsSpreading wingChoking the airYet you did thisWithout a questionWhat am I aboutAbout to unleashThis is forgoneAlmostWhere's the futureIn this corruptionWho can be freeIn a space so smallCount on troubleTo divide themCount on troubleFrom these handsThis is forgoneAlmostTaste the exhaustFrom the firesMy ignitionClear the airBurning locustsSitting at desksTheir antennaeNo longer feelThis is forgoneAlmostWhere the futureIn this corruptionWho can be freeIn a space so smallMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboards, VocalsSteve Murphy - DrumsJohn Makarewicz - Bass5 min
- Sweet Bye and ByeIn the moodOn the phoneUndergroundAnywhere you lookDangerousEyes will seeWith speedAlacrityNever botherTo look backOn the sidePassagesNever breatheAnd I want to warn you of the sweet bye and byeThe only destination if we don't complyCannot foolSecurityGiant feedThe claritySeeing motiveThrough viscositySerpentineWe have to beMind BreakThe only wayI lie for youAnd you lie for meAnd I want to warn you of the sweet bye and byeThe only destination if we don't complyPainstakinglyFurious weNeed to beUnintendedBe the heroIn this pieceEven thoughWe despiseNearly everyoneBreak the eggs and the pan so the omelette can never feedAnd I want to warn you of the sweet bye and byeThe only destination if we don't complyJohn Makarewicz - BassSteve Murphy - DrumsMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboards3 min
- Day DrinkingIn the evening I’ll let the air outSober enough to discuss the current eventsEven though they terrify meAnd my mind is racing nowTake a gander and see developmentsSo much hypocrisy condensed like milkCarrying no nutritionAnd my stomach’s turning nowWant to crush the spigot once and for allSee the news back up on itself and dieExcept the rot is realAnd the hunger’s insatiableJust day drinking to numb the painJust day drinking to feel anythingAlgorithm ain’t got no rhythmBouncing chaff from wall to wallSynonyms of synonymsAnd the boredom makes a killJust day drinking to numb the painJust day drinking to feel anythingJust day drinking because it feels so goodA little revolution before the sun goes downWhen the waiter comes I'll pay the check with the money you took from all of usI fear the children who cannot believeThe words that carry zero weightAnd images you cannot trustAnd they expect to turn a tideA tidal wave should strike the coastTo wake the sleeping in their bedUnless they need to drownAnd the water tastes like wineJust day drinking to numb the painJust day drinking to feel anythingWhen the waiter comes I'll pay the check with the money you took from all of usMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboards, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - BassSteve Murphy - Drums4 min
- Flimsy in GriefIn the cold of the mountainLife can stay safeCryogenic mansionIn the wake of heat waveBe there to pry me looseTo mourn to goldenUnlock the primordialSend new life in motionSpeak through ice and laughterThe nation in gravesOr so they say through the walls nowSo flimsy in griefWe payWe paySpeak through ice and laughterThe nation in gravesOr so they say through the walls nowSo flimsy in griefThe days are insane nowAs the liquid sweats us outA broken chain is mendedBy the waterspoutWatch all the newly bornAdjust eyes to the darkIn the deeper channelsA newfangled arkSpeak through ice and laughterThe nation in gravesOr so they say through the walls nowSo flimsy in griefSteve Murphy - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals4 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.