Brownwall

Original recording on The Lucky Nightsticks 2018 album 'Laker 5' Aboard a rocket Many bodies Fire thrusters (we’re the spacemen) Sent the note so many times With no requests (we’re the spacemen) (We’re pigeonholed) I feel alone in this cone slipping in and out (We’re pigeonholed) This cosmic role (We’re pigeonholed) Bound by law And bound by reach (We’re pigeonholed) I feel alone in this cone (spaceman hive mind) (spaceman hive mind) In this world of unholy love (spaceman hive mind) There’s a guiding light (spaceman hive mind) Way beyond the known space (spaceman hive mind) Leave the guilt behind Spaceman (hive mind) Spacemen (hive mind) (we’re the spacemen) (spaceman hive mind) In this world of unholy love (spaceman hive mind) There’s a guiding light (we’re the spacemen) Abandon rocket Many bodies Fire thrusters (we’re the spacemen) Sent the distress into forever with no response (we’re the spacemen) Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals John Makarewicz - Drums Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar

Original recording on The Lucky Nightsticks 2009 album 'Interloper' Insane Jane Little headache Just about to break Feel like I’ve been laid by a pallet of pain It’s ok baby I know the feeling I kinda like it Like I’ve been hit by God again Third time's the charm Feeling ok Daisy chain’s been doused with pheromones Can’t dodge the spray Fisticuffs and handcuffs ain’t enough To derail this honey train My baby says do it again Chalk outline or a walker I dared my stalker So good looking but crooked Got a hook in Now I’m looking for a reason Not to thank her I thank her I kinda like it No, I like it I’m like Mikey Except lucid and out of fluid I’m out of fluid Oh, batshit Kit Little heartache Just about to break Feel like I’ve been laid by a pallet of pain It’s ok baby I know the feeling I kinda like it Like I’ve been hit by God again Third time's the charm Feeling ok Daisy chain’s been doused with pheromones Can’t dodge the spray Fisticuffs and handcuffs ain’t enough To derail this honey train My baby says do it again Third time's the charm Feeling ok Daisy chain’s been doused with pheromones Can’t dodge the spray Fisticuffs and handcuffs ain’t enough To derail this honey train My baby says do it again John Makarewicz- Drums, Percussion Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass Micah Robinson - Guitar

Original recording on The Wizard's Keys 2014 album 'The Devil Made Me Yeah' The words come violently from my head You're judging me from your knees I'm covered in spices I'm burning all my dreams They've folded all into you You're wearing those faded jeans You're rocking the old voodoo Rock hammer smashes through the hate They followed your trail to me I'm cornered and impulsive I'm ready for the truncheon I swing it like a king Attention is divided The blue looks good on you And there's your opinion And there's your decision Eyes over me And there's your opinion Rise over me And there's your decision Eyes over me And there's your opinion Rise over me And there's your decision Eyes over me And there's your opinion Rise over me And there's your decision And there's your opinion And there's your decision Eyes over me And there's your opinion Rise over me And there's your decision The room is scattered with their heads Your eyes betray the horror Reaching for my weapon Not to use it on you Smashing the status quo Of what a bond should be Your voodoo rubbed off on me And there's your opinion And there's your decision Eyes over me And there's your opinion Rise over me And there's your decision John Makarewicz - Drums Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar Stephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals

Original recording on The Lucky Nightsticks 2011's album 'Thinner' Hello ambassador, it's I This lonely bastard Misunderstood and flaccid Just pull the damn thing out You can't thrill me You can't thrill me You can't thrill me You can't thrill me The sound of a psionic passing The body alive The eyes gone glassy You can't thrill me You can't thrill me You can't thrill me You can't thrill me The sound of a psionic passing The body alive The eyes gone glassy Hello ambassador, it's I This lonely bastard Misunderstood and flaccid Just pull the damn thing out You can't thrill me You can't thrill me You can't thrill me You can't thrill me The sound of a psionic passing The body alive The eyes gone glassy John Makarewicz - Drums Micah Robinson - Guitar, Bass Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Guitar, Vocals Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals

Remade from our album "Exploder", by The Lucky Nightsticks (2001) Depressurization It's alright Take a step into the rocket simulator baby Make sure the controls fit you just right Mechanic took a torch to the chassis just make sure this shit was safe and sound Well, that's enough to give me the peace of mind I need Challenge the hull to the vacuum Give the craft a little bit of that what for Push the envelope all the way That's the only way to go Waking up in a deep dark place Where no one can hear you scream It's enough to make lesser men go mad But I'm wearing my moon pants You're my space station Shit's alright Take a grip on the pocket stimulator baby Make sure the controls are to your delight No force in the Heavens can separate our space embrace I got you locked in right now Don't be afraid to check the gauges or maximize the G forces Let's see a little bit of that gravitational pull Waking up in a deep dark place Where no one can hear you scream It's enough to make lesser men go mad But I'm wearing my moon pants Waking up in a deep dark place Where no one can hear you scream It's enough to make lesser men go mad But I'm wearing my moon pants Get inside my pants Get inside my pants Get inside my pants Get inside my pants John Makarewicz - Guitar, Bass Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar Solo Stephen Murphy - Drums

Guest Musicians: John Makarewicz - Drums Micah Robinson - Guitar

All music by Nick Nunziata

All music by Nick Nunziata

(Time on the grid) I’m at an impasse All paid out Seeing echoes of myself Doing things I know I've never done But wondering if I ever have Makes me think If I missed an update (Time on the grid) And it’s starting to build now All this time on the grid Escalation of coincidences Simulacrum Can you wake them (Time on the grid) Artifacts can come and go Exercises while I'm in the blink My eyes are losing their grip Too many miracles (Time on the grid) And it’s starting to build now All this time on the grid Escalation of coincidences Simulacrum Can you wake them (Time on the grid) Michael Padula - Bass Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar Micah Robinson - Guitar Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals

Scanning Lives by Brownwall

I’m looking for it now, it’s lost the flavor I’m beside myself dreaming of a way out To go down on the biggest stage in a ball of flame But I need something special to help cement this name Look, there’s a whole new crime And I’m racking my brain Look, there’s a whole new crime Something delicious Look, there’s a whole new crime I’m going to commit it Look, there’s a whole new crime The overlords they cannot see beyond the book they’re writing Look, there’s a whole new crime And I’m racking my brain Look, there’s a whole new crime Something delicious Look, there’s a whole new crime I’m going to commit it Look, there’s a whole new crime Look, there’s a whole new crime And I’m racking my brain Look, there’s a whole new crime Something delicious Look, there’s a whole new crime I’m going to commit it Look, there’s a whole new crime Never bothered to consider the masterminds at work I cannot compete with the work being done by the man Look, there’s a whole new crime A whole new crime Look, there’s a whole new crime A whole new crime Look, there’s a whole new crime A whole new crime Look, there’s a whole new crime Michael Padula - Bass Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals

All music by John Makarewicz & Nick Nunziata

All music by John Makarewicz & Nick Nunziata

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

Rats in the body Like something out of Poe Master transfer Do the unknowable Slip into the skin of the one you want to be Find that perfect fit Let your self be known Dig To unbury the true love Dig Deep in the hallowed There's no judgment here (Judgment is always here) Only what you left behind, dig Silence the watchers They've never been seen Face up in bile just to get clean Dig To unbury the true love Dig Deep in the hallowed There's no judgment here (Judgment is always here) Only what you left behind, dig Can this be about redemption? Using the darkness to cut through light Still lifeless body The darkest joke The face grinning like something out of Poe Can this be about redemption? John Makarewicz - Drums Rene Acosta - Bass Micah Robinson - Lead Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals Carl Cunningham - Rhythm Guitar

Is it par? Nope! Dangerous! Is it wet? Yep! This course! Will we stop? Nope! New shirt! Spin wheel? It’s golf! A course! Terry’s lament is the pinnacle of slinking back from the meltdown hole Terry’s lament is a Sunday illness Irish Goodbye two years in a row Strap it on little buddy Everyone has to step up their game In the absence of Makarewicz I have to play a onesome and Steve has to play the drums Terry’s lament is the pinnacle of slinking back from the meltdown hole Terry’s lament is a Sunday illness Irish Goodbye two years in a row Am I hot? Nope! Just sad! French toast? Nope! You gone! A round? Nope! I’m alone! Jack later? Nope! You’re home! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals Stephen Murphy - Drums Carl Cunningham - Bass

We’re going to have a clean break By hook or crook We will separate Been so long Forgot what I even felt like We’re going to have a clean break Like the bones that never met again Healing stronger in the most painful places Om Namah Shivaya Om Namah Shivaya Om Namah Shivaya Om Namah Shivaya Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya We’re going to have a clean break No misunderstanding too great Find the sweetness In the separation We’re going to have a clean break Take that walk in new directions Never bother looking back Can't be allowed to heal Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya My mind is blind And now the blindness defines What a sight to see The infinity Obscured to me My mind is blind And now the blindness defines What a sight to see The infinity Obscured to me Om Namah Shivaya Om Namah Shivaya Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya Cover your heart Om Namah Shivaya We’re going to have a clean break Dash away the chemistry Over my shoulder I pray you turn your heels Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Carl Cunningham - Guitar Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar

In the Cave of Time Surrounded by atheists That’s what I’ll call ‘em Like Shortfaced Lawrence They’re not be trusted Oily denizens Creeping ‘round Sick note! Sick note! I feed the mood when it strikes I trust the roll of the dice This dank labyrinth Nary a Minotaur That’s what I’ll call ‘em Like Shortfaced Lawrence They’re likely fictional Bulls and Boys They don’t mix Sick note! Sick note! I feed the mood when it strikes I trust the roll of the dice You chose this adventure Page 33 you die Put your money on the wrong horse You won the race to the bottom Yes how does it feel How does it feel? Sick note! Sick note! I feed the mood when it strikes I trust the roll of the dice Space and Beyond That’s where they took me Alien shenanigans Like Shortfaced Lawrence It’s easy to expire There’s no oxygen For me to suck Sick note! Sick note! I feed the mood when it strikes I trust the roll of the dice You chose this adventure Page 33 you die Put your money on the wrong horse You won the race to the bottom Yes how does it feel How does it feel? John Makarewicz - Guitar Micah Robinson - Bass Carl Cunningham - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals

That ceiling bursting and the trials that transpired Overflowing Dreaming of something dry A vacation earned doesn't ensure a good time Mitigation Now here we stand at the edge of a literal cliff You don't know... You don’t know how deep it goes I can’t be the only one concerned You don't know... You don’t know where the current likes to pull Go, I’ll be the last one in the water Look at it go Watching the spiral is so intoxicating Dreamlike ebb and flow Watching the problems spin away You don't know... You don’t know how deep it goes I can’t be the only one concerned You don't know... You don’t know where the current likes to pull Go, I’ll be the last one in the water Mother Earth she made this as a window to her soul Overflowing Waiting for new energy A rising tide from the love that she swallowed Reflecting in my eye So glad that I stayed dry You don't know... You don’t know how deep it goes I can’t be the only one concerned You don't know... You don’t know where the current likes to pull Go, I’ll be the last one in the water Andrew Wylie - Guitar Micah Robinson - Bass John Makarewicz - Drums Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals

These eyes have seen the majesty Sculpted flesh chiseled atop an armature Beach Body Mike is present and accounted for Oh no Do whatever it takes to avert your lady's eyes Oh no Anger is such a tired scene Externalizing rage gets us nowhere fast my friend Beach Body Mike is letting it all hang Oh no His biceps have triceps always pulsing Oh no We have to wrap him up in burlap just in case Oh no He's low but we're so much lower Oh no It's a solemn thing to know But bodies, is what I came here for Magical pectoral glory hole The rage circumvents my brain The audacity of this specimen simply cannot stand Beach Body Mike is letting it all hang Oh no His biceps have triceps always pulsing Oh no We have to wrap him up in burlap just in case Oh no He's low but we're so much lower Oh no Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals John Makarewicz - Guitar Carl Cunningham - Bass Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar