Brownwall

Can you fly? Can you live? In the dancing Jetstream I can and do and so can you Flyboy Will we rise? Will we die? On the hardpan coffin We will see and if we do Goodbye Three Man on a jetpack One man enters Then another And then another One man enters Then another And then another Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Guitar, Vocals John Makarewicz - Bass Steve Murphy - Drums

All of the mud in the county needs to be sifted through with wire mesh Strained within an inch of its life in case there’s a treasure On receipt of the total haul we’ll determine if we’re special Fingers look like carrots in the wishy washy silt of the crickbed Cracks are forming and it only matters if we find the bounty Load me There’s jewelry There’s junk And juicy There’s jewelry There’s junk And juicy Pockets on the inside on the outside and the basin bay is clean Walking towards the moon nothing shimmering we're fools Load me There’s jewelry There’s junk And juicy There’s jewelry There’s junk And juicy All of the mud in the county needs to be sifted through with wire mesh Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals John Makarewicz - Bass, Guitar

Invisible man with a vivid dream Moving with the strut of Casanova Terminator glare across the room Still shopping at Five Below The plague of Regular Joe Grinding sixty years If I don’t build a facade soon ‘bout to blow my mind Gonna futz with the perception soon Move with the flow of it all… I’m the gravity that pulls you near... Move with the flow of it all… Soon you’ll be orbiting here... It’s science! The invisible man stands before you Now essential to your every thing Move with the flow of it all… I’m the gravity that pulls you near... Move with the flow of it all… Soon you’ll be orbiting here... It’s science! Move with the flow of it all… I’m the gravity that pulls you near... Move with the flow of it all… Soon you’ll be orbiting here... It’s science! Move with the flow of it all… I’m the gravity that pulls you near... Move with the flow of it all… Soon you’ll be orbiting here... It’s science! John Makarewicz - Bass, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals

Grab the bars with everything in your soul Pay your dues the electrocution way On fire but baby what a blaze Pay your dues the electrocution way Vaunted Haunted By the wattage We got voltage to spare We got voltage to spare Grab the bars with everything in your soul Pay your dues the electrocution way On fire but baby what a blaze Pay your dues the electrocution way Vaunted Haunted By the wattage We got voltage to spare We got voltage to spare Hands on the bars Hands on the bars Hands on the bars John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals

Fire burning in my eye Ride up from behind Chasing you for the miles Leaves a skid mark on my soul See the roadway as it bends Way to make amends Tires feel like on a wire Losing grip makes me a liar Chasing you for the miles Leaves a skid mark on my soul Go ahead and jack me now I’ll make a date to jack you later Go ahead and jack me now I’ll make a date to jack you later Where’s my ride or die? Miles behind and out of sight Rolling hills and loss of light Makes a one-sided fight Go ahead and jack me now I’ll make a date to jack you later Go ahead and jack me now Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals

The leather is loosened The fire is cooking And all the accoutrements are in their bag Take the tonic with you When he’s long gone in the brush In the waterfall is a statue To the magic of Hookbutt’s medicine The air is freshened The trial is over The trail to the gaping hole is flat He’s made the journey home Once the blood moon rises He’ll fill himself with the offerings Bottom’s up with the elixir Feel it crashing through the bone All the glory to the soul Everyone has the remedy, but it costs so much Let the tonic guide you To the stars and what they reveal Then we will build a statue For the success of Hookbutt’s last prescription Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals

Walking up and down this road Never knew my name was synonymous with fear After all I’m just me The notches on the belt are only the beginning, but they sell the story The weight I carry is improbable The fortune helps but I exist to cauterize See the threats before they move The notches on the belt are only the beginning, but they sell the story Walk on the path some more And see the body move Walk on the path some more And see the body move Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar

Buried so many creepers In the white stuff Malevolence in surplus But it's never enough Behold the elf destroyer! His love of cats aside He rides the pale horse For elves it's a guarantee The executioner's here Behold the elf destroyer! Ears are gonna ring with fear when they hear his name A new title but all the same agonies Feel his swing as the blade comes racing down The plague that floats all over town His steely eyes see all Like a beacon When killing is the ask Destruction is the prize Behold the elf destroyer! Ears are gonna ring with fear when they hear his name A new title but all the same agonies Feel his swing as the blade comes racing down The plague that floats all over town Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Blood Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Guitar, Bass, Vocals

P: Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Detective action is here Inspecting everything P: Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Chasing the quarry The houndest hound P: Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Look Out For Large Lee Yeah Yeah Yeah P: Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Following the grifters Is Large Lee's thing P: Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Look Out For Large Lee Yeah Yeah Yeah P: Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Detective renegade Head all the swivel P: Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta get away Look Out For Large Lee Yeah Yeah Yeah Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, P-Blood John Makarewicz - Guitar

As the vaults close So do the odds A lonely room Pumpkinblood is something bold A criminal for the new P: I’m cracking that safe I’m cracking that safe If it’s the last thing I do I’m cracking that safe I’m cracking that safe If it’s the last thing I do Scattered like the wind This group of strangers All bonded anew P: I’m cracking that safe I’m cracking that safe If it’s the last thing I do I’m cracking that safe I’m cracking that safe If it’s the last thing I do The loneliest to place Is on the outside What a mastermind They’re at the crossroads of disappointment and destruction Yet they pivot to elation and let that be a lesson to us all A job half done Is a job well done That’s the narrative Nick Nunziata - Drums, Keyboard, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar, P-Blood John Makarewicz - Bass

In the water on the lam So much better than Everyone in town On the gravel nearly wet Times get better yet Kinda complicated Tinkerbell a swimmer Followed by the winner Pumpkinblood his self P: It’s a semiaquatic escape route that we’re on In the current he’ll raise his arms above his head P: It’s a semiaquatic escape route that we’re on When they surface they’re going to need some lotion P: It’s a semiaquatic escape route that we’re on Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Blood Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals John Makarewicz - Bass

P: I'm down at loan office, baby Gonna get me a loan from the bank I just robbed P: I'm down at loan office, baby Gonna get me a loan from the bank I just robbed John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass Nick Nunziata - Keyboards Steve Murphy - P-Blood

Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Blood Freestyle Nick Nunziata - Bass, Keyboard John Makarewicz - Percussion

Nick Nunziata - Keyboard Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Blood Freestyle John Makarewicz - Bass

In the words of Voltaire: “Pumpkinblood is great!” “What’s he doing with his time?” P: Oh, I have some stuff going on I’m a romantic with a head for crime Like Garry Kasparov He’s playing chess with his mind Some kind of genii Machinations Creeping around Machinations Like Linda Cardelinni He’s classy but inanely cute A perfect blend P: Oh, I have some stuff going on I’m a romantic with a head for crime Machinations Creeping around Machinations Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, P-Blood John Makarewicz - Guitar

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Micah Robinson.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Micah Robinson.

P: I'm in the mood for something so sweet T: A chance for love P: My squirming form is inside the pocket T: A dreamy, creamy being N: And after all the challenges, they're just star-crossed lovers who need to find that special place to commit their act without grossing the universe out P: My armature is in the hulk position T: An outrageous thing to see P: My love is finally at home T: A cargo crate of energy Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals, Tinks Steve Murphy - Drums, P-Blood John Makarewicz - Bass

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Micah Robinson.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Micah Robinson.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Micah Robinson.

N: They aren't answering their cell phones P: No, no, no, no, no we're not T & P: We can make a home under the tunnel N: But at least let us know you're ok N: I've spent the morning worrying P: No need to fret we're just criminals T & P: We can make a home under the tunnel N: But at least let us know you're ok N: In the grand scheme of things you're two disgusting and beautiful outsiders P: But at the same time so is literally every one else in the whole wide wide world N: Just send up news without alerting the fuzz P: You can catch us on the nighttime news T & P: We can make a home under the tunnel N: There's not a toilet in the tunnel Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass, P-Blood Nick Nunziata - Drums, Keyboard, Vocals, Tinks

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Micah Robinson.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

P: A miniature thug with a heart of gold has found a way to rock a crime T: He’s got his little tiny switch set to mastermind Both: Time for crime P: Want to cradle all the cash inside my gnarly palm T: I’ll run interference and make sure we get clear P: I’m all about skipping town with all the loot T: But first things first we have to execute Both: Time for crime N: When Pumpkinblood wants something Pumpkinblood gets something That’s the just way it has to go when it’s P-Blood’s show Both: Time for crime P: I’m a master of taking the action on the street T: He’s a ridiculously renegade appropriator of greed P: Like Robin Hood or Jimmy Caan or that other guy I’m in the zone T: And even though I’m super small I’ll help him pull this score Both: Time for crime Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals, Tinks Steve Murphy - Drums, P-Blood John Makarewicz - Bass

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

P: I've been a lover for such a short time T: You wouldn’t know it baby N: So many ways these two have made it sing P: That’s nice of you to say T: He speaks the truth P & T: I’m like a puzzle that found its piece T: My tender P-blood baby all wrapped in skinless bone N: So many ways these two have made it sing P: That’s nice of you to say T: He speaks the truth P & T: I’m like a puzzle that found its piece T: We’re making some time We’re making some time T: Back in the day we were alone P: Now we found our home N: So many ways these two have made it sing P: That’s nice of you to say T: He speaks the truth P & T: I’m like a puzzle that found its piece T: We’re making some time We’re making some time P: I've been a lover for such a short time T: You wouldn’t know it baby Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals, Tinks Steve Murphy - Bass, Guitar, P-Blood John Makarewicz - Drums

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Recorded live 8/1/26 @ Brownwall When it's on it's on And when it's off I'm a shell I'm a shell of myself without this winter coat I've been a traveler all my days Walk through life curious Let a little chill dismantle me I found a little panacea When it's on it's on And when it's off I'm a shell I'm a shell of myself without this winter coat Rain or shine Night or day Got them weekend vibes but it's just Tuesday Hot or cold Wet or dry Walk a mile in my shoes you'll see things that'll darken you Let a little chill dismantle me I found a little panacea When it's on it's on And when it's off I'm a shell I'm a shell of myself without this winter coat Rain or shine Night or day Got them weekend vibes but it's just Tuesday Hot or cold Wet or dry John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals

Recorded live 8/1/26 @ Brownwall I ain't got my lucky charm I got a rabbit but no foot I'm taking measures 'Cause I've been watching your life Stealing lying living I'm in the weeds Feel my failures rising I'm in the weeds I've been living hand to mouth I got a chimney but no house I'm taking measures 'Cause I've been watching your life Stealing lying living I'm in the weeds Feel my failures rising I'm in the weeds Stealing lying living I'm in the weeds Feel my failures rising I'm in the weeds John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals

Recorded live 8/1/26 @ Brownwall The will is the last thing that they sell to the timeliest bidder But I'm not bitter I'm overjoyed These are my balloons Pop them if you dare I found me some poison aerosol That's lighter than air And when we care just enough to say the most hurtful things It's not evil It's an investment These are my balloons Pop them if you dare I found me some poison aerosol That's lighter than air Feeling like I 'm golden Feeling like I 'm golden Feeling like I am golden Feeling like I am golden And I'm old enough to remember when the simple things brought pleasure But now I'm old And you don't want to be Trust me These are my balloons Pop them if you dare I found me some poison aerosol That's lighter than air Feeling like I 'm golden Feeling like I 'm golden Feeling like I am golden Feeling like I am golden And these are my balloons John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals

Recorded live 8/1/26 @ Brownwall He walks the coldest line A loaded gun for boldness His crystal blue eyes are empty I want to know what Lefty knows Sanctify until you’re blue in the face Where he walks a lifetime of trouble follows There’s a line between fear and honor And he’s never strayed Never swayed The long arm always questions him But he walks so free it’s astounding The widest net, it ain’t come close I want to know what Lefty knows Sanctify until you’re blue in the face Where he walks a lifetime of trouble follows There’s a line between fear and honor And he’s never strayed Never swayed The signs are all there A trail of cannabis fire He lives like a textbook thug But he’s always a step ahead Always walking that step The body seems to disappear Somehow, he’s in a different place The shadows never spill their beans I want to know what Lefty knows John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals

Recorded live 8/1/26 @ Brownwall Clean it up Who's the cool persuader but me I'm the only one standing Breaking up All relations are a backslide Don't ya know, taking it down is all that matters Bleed for me baby Can't bring blood from a stone but it's worth a dip tonight Don't rest that head without a little of that up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up Host a slice for the weary old man You know where I've been I've been everywhere Raise a glass Raise that ass Let's raise the hell It's about time you used all that noise for something I'm Jack I'm on the rocks Take a sip I'm Jack I'm in the box Take a dip Mother of it's been too long Rapid fire jackhammer Bobbing bobcat ass You've become a gold medal, blue ribbon, evangelical place to amusement park I'm big enough to ride this ride Roller coaster over I'm Jack John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals

Recorded live 8/1/26 @ Brownwall Wonderful Tolerable Don't blame yourself for you for how I feel Cyclical Physical Time has no sway on this parade Finally You and me Autumn, Spring, and in between I like all ages baby Listen listen listen listen listen listen, oh yeah I like all ages baby Listen listen listen listen, oh yeah I like all ages baby Listen listen listen listen listen listen, oh yeah I like all ages baby Listen listen listen listen, oh yeah Tangible Swollen full Our love transcends all right and wrong Mostly wrong Mostly wrong Mostly wrong Mostly wrong John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals

Recorded live 8/1/26 @ Brownwall Here's come the handyman Boatload of cologne Sweating off the gristle and his eyes are filled with flame His computer's offline He's got a job to do and it involves getting free Caught in a bear trap Up to the knee in bone There goes another wolf Eyes are getting beady Caught in a bear trap Up to the knee in bone It's his soul he holds He ain't said his piece High stepping dude Didn't step and now he's screwed His phone's in the truck And the moon is just behind that cloud Caught in a bear trap Up to the knee in bone It's his soul he holds But he ain't said his piece Bye bye beast Bye bye beast He wants to be set free But not like a beast John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals

Recorded live 8/1/26 @ Brownwall I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving If someone folds you neatly Can you be small enough as to not be seen by prying eyes looking for faults that are surely there because I’m so imperfect I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving Can you exist and not be known Live between walls and love their shelter Never having to expect another to be as considerate and true It’s a dream I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving Water rolls off me But I’m never clean Staying put Like a tree But not as strong Don’t prune me I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving I dream inside this wound The dream that never comes true A way of living without subtext and motive In parallel but with room for mystery I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving Water rolls off me But I’m never clean Staying put Like a tree But not as strong Don’t prune me John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals

John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Guitar

In the horizon Signs of locusts Spreading wing Choking the air Yet you did this Without a question What am I about About to unleash This is forgone Almost Where's the future In this corruption Who can be free In a space so small Count on trouble To divide them Count on trouble From these hands This is forgone Almost Taste the exhaust From the fires My ignition Clear the air Burning locusts Sitting at desks Their antennae No longer feel This is forgone Almost Where the future In this corruption Who can be free In a space so small Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums John Makarewicz - Bass

In the mood On the phone Underground Anywhere you look Dangerous Eyes will see With speed Alacrity Never bother To look back On the side Passages Never breathe And I want to warn you of the sweet bye and bye The only destination if we don't comply Cannot fool Security Giant feed The clarity Seeing motive Through viscosity Serpentine We have to be Mind Break The only way I lie for you And you lie for me And I want to warn you of the sweet bye and bye The only destination if we don't comply Painstakingly Furious we Need to be Unintended Be the hero In this piece Even though We despise Nearly everyone Break the eggs and the pan so the omelette can never feed And I want to warn you of the sweet bye and bye The only destination if we don't comply John Makarewicz - Bass Steve Murphy - Drums Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards