Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Why Even Try
    All the pieces fit together
    Seems easy from the outside
    But the sausage is made
    In absentia forever
    But why even try
    All they see is the puzzle
    So intricately prepared before
    Now a tapestry for all
    And then it begins anew
    But why even try
    In the words of the fallen man
    “I’ve lost the spark”
    “Reach inside me”
    “Find me frozen”
    “Thaw this being”
    “I remember”
    “I remember”
    I remember
    I remember
    I remember
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • Futterman’s Peanut Butter
    There's one way to know where tastebuds grow to find their happy place
    A place like Valhalla except loaded with protein, magnesium, and arganine
    Made with love and tenderness on a farm just south of Heaven
    Futterman's place
    Where peanuts dance like fairies
    Fairies
    Lightly salted
    Light in the loafer
    Futterman's Peanut Butter
    Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    2 min
  • Dr. Mastermind
    Soldiers climb down from the cypress
    Some too young to drink his wine
    Trembling inside the warbirds
    Living on the faultline
    Dying on the front line
    Earthquake Dr. Mastermind
    Earthquake Dr. Mastermind
    Living on the faultline
    Dying on the front line
    Earthquake Dr. Mastermind
    Roller roller roller, doctor!
    Hear them them call his name
    Dr. Mastermind
    Roller roller roller, doctor!
    Hear them them call his name
    Dr. Mastermind
    Roller roller roller, doctor!
    Hear them them call his name
    Dr. Mastermind
    Piled high above the prairie
    Eyes exposed to wind and rain
    Cattle call of expendable
    Living on the faultline
    Dying on the front line
    Earthquake Dr. Mastermind
    Earthquake Dr. Mastermind
    Living on the faultline
    Dying on the front line
    Earthquake Dr. Mastermind
    Roller roller roller, doctor!
    Hear them them call his name
    Dr. Mastermind
    Roller roller roller, doctor!
    Hear them them call his name
    Dr. Mastermind
    Roller roller roller, doctor!
    Hear them them call his name
    Dr. Mastermind
    Soldiers climb
    Some say doctor is a gypsy
    Some say doctor is the devil
    Living on the faultline
    Dying on the front line
    Earthquake Dr. Mastermind
    Earthquake Dr. Mastermind
    Living on the faultline
    Dying on the front line
    Earthquake Dr. Mastermind
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    5 min
  • Jump Killer
    Tired of walking
    This planet earth is a trampoline
    Trampling and feeling mean
    Stealing steam
    Find a flame
    Extinguishing
    Jump Killer
    Jump Killer, now
    Jump Killer
    Jump Killer, now
    Jump Killer
    Jump Killer, now
    Finding peace at altitude
    I’m seeing sights and they’re seeing me
    Jump Killer
    Jump Killer, now
    Jump Killer
    Jump Killer, now
    Jump Killer
    Jump Killer, now
    Jump Killer
    Jump Killer, now
    Jump Killer
    Jump Killer, now
    Jump Killer
    Jump Killer, now
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    3 min
  • The Vault
    Creeping sideways only my way
    Forging ahead a grid at a time
    Stealing what we can from the vault, oh!
    Creeping sideways only my way
    Everything I do is with dexterity
    Stealing what we can from the vault, oh!
    On the parchment a crude drawn map
    Takes me to the central hub
    Blind my eyes with all this loot
    Stealing what we can from the vault, oh!
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • The Babies are Fine
    I love the silence and the stares
    In your eye
    In your sleep
    In your weakness
    Silent and grave
    Silent and grave
    Silent and grave
    Here’s some salt to pour on the wound
    For the kind of love you cannot tame
    Your eyes are here but your heart’s abroad
    But the babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    Sing a love song and the song’s a dirge
    But all signs are tuned to point to strange
    You’re old school but you’ll fold soon
    Because the babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    I love the time we spent
    In the mines
    In the fields
    In the day
    Unprotected
    Unrestricted
    Silent and grave
    Silent and grave
    Here’s some salt to pour on the wound
    For the kind of love you cannot tame
    Your eyes are here but your heart’s abroad
    But the babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    Sing a love song and the song’s a dirge
    But all signs are tuned to point to strange
    You’re old school but you’ll fold soon
    Because the babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    Here’s some salt to pour on the wound
    For the kind of love you cannot tame
    Your eyes are here but your heart’s abroad
    But the babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    Sing a love song and the song’s a dirge
    But all signs are tuned to point to strange
    You’re old school but you’ll fold soon
    Because the babies are fine
    The babies are fine
    Steve Murphy - Drums
    Carl a Cunningham - Bass
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    5 min
  • The Continuing Float
    Every sign sends a message
    Every sign speaks fair
    It’s just not the sign that they’ve given you
    I know your heart has been broken
    But not by me
    Pretend the world aspires to be fair
    Even though we both know the truth
    Every a bone a conductor
    Every heartbeat in your ear
    All begging you to shield yourself
    From all who look like me
    Join me for the continuing float
    Baptize in these primordial clouds
    The graceful energy
    The fleeting safety
    Stand in this beam of light
    The stark contrast removes allure
    I stand with the plug in my hand
    You carry the weight of everyone
    Who came to play and lost
    This time is different
    I’m in the spotlight too
    Join me for the continuing float
    Baptize in these primordial clouds
    The graceful energy
    The fleeting safety
    Join me for the continuing float
    Baptize in these primordial clouds
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    5 min
  • Night Shadows
    There's no one left to caress my inner child
    Constant berating tells me if I'm sane or not
    I seem to have lost my way
    While night shadows play
    I seem to have lost my way
    While night shadows play
    Your laws are fragile when I touch my feet to ground
    When I spread my wings they'll come crashing down
    I seem to have lost my way
    While night shadows play
    I seem to have lost my way
    While night shadows play
    Night shadows play
    Night shadows play
    Night shadows play
    Forty-thousand years have led to this day
    The moon still rises, the sun still shines
    But Cole has run away
    I seem to have lost my way
    While night shadows play
    I seem to have lost my way
    While night shadows play
    I miss Cole
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • Fifty-Eight
    Turn the key on instant sex appeal
    Disregard the hairs on the back of your neck
    You just dipped your life in fire
    Failed to recognize the warning signs
    Because you're suddenly a high-toned son of a bitch
    Instantly violently she's got it all
    The looks, the chrome, and the whitewalls
    No room for competition
    In the fire
    On the highway
    In the scrapyard
    In the fire
    On the highway
    In the scrapyard
    The lasting impression is the last impression
    Leaves a trail that looks like blood
    This is love and it's squeezing fast
    This is love and it's squeezing fast
    This is love and it's squeezing fast
    No room for competition
    In the fire
    On the highway
    In the scrapyard
    If there's a Fury you know her name
    In the fire
    On the highway
    In the scrapyard
    If there's a Fury you know her name
    In the fire
    On the highway
    In the scrapyard
    If there's a Fury you know her name
    In the fire
    On the highway
    In the scrapyard
    If there's a Fury you know her name
    Steve Murphy - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    3 min
  • Common Dominator
    Want to wet the beak
    Just a taste to see
    A way to be
    Something impressive
    A walking tree
    Heads above
    Let me be anything
    Anything but common
    I'll literally do
    Anything you say
    You lift me up
    I will remember
    The sights seen
    Along the way
    The memory will seal
    Everything
    Let me be anything
    Anything but common
    I'll literally do
    Anything you say
    Common Dominator
    My compromise
    Rule without power
    But I look the part
    I'll move on
    I'll move on
    Common Dominator
    My compromise
    Rule without power
    But I look the part
    Strive to rule
    Not be the fool
    Or worse the unseen
    Along the way
    My memory will seal
    Everything
    Let me be anything
    Anything but common
    I'll literally do
    Anything you say
    I'll move on
    I'll move on
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min

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