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Brownwall
Hosted by Brownwall · EN
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.
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Flimsy in Grief
4w ago00:03:22Tap to summarizeIn the cold of the mountain Life can stay safe Cryogenic mansion In the wake of heat wave Be there to pry me loose To mourn to golden Unlock the primordial Send new life in motion Speak through ice and laughter The nation in graves Or so they say through the walls now So flimsy in grief We pay We pay Speak through ice and laughter The nation in graves Or so they say through the walls now So flimsy in grief The days are insane now As the liquid sweats us out A broken chain is mended By the waterspout Watch all the newly born Adjust eyes to the dark In the deeper channels A newfangled ark Speak through ice and laughter The nation in graves Or so they say through the walls now So flimsy in grief Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Transcribe →Why Even Try
4w ago00:02:50Tap to summarizeAll 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
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Futterman’s Peanut Butter
4w ago00:01:07Tap to summarizeThere'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
Transcribe →Dr. Mastermind
4w ago00:04:11Tap to summarizeSoldiers 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
Transcribe →Jump Killer
Jul 200:02:19Tap to summarizeTired 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
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The Vault
Jul 200:03:11Tap to summarizeCreeping 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
Transcribe →The Babies are Fine
Jul 200:04:09Tap to summarizeI 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
Transcribe →The Continuing Float
Jul 100:04:06Tap to summarizeEvery 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
Transcribe →Night Shadows
Jul 100:02:28Tap to summarizeThere'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
Transcribe →Fifty-Eight
Jul 100:02:39Tap to summarizeTurn 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
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