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One Last Big Job

by Ramshackle Glory

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1.
Junk Bones 01:42
Got the bones of a junkie beneath my skin I've got the heart of my saint, but who doesn't these days? The kingdom of heaven is in our grasp So long as we leave out all the "heaven" and "kingdom" crap She died without a name, and the world just kept on spinning No time for that now, not if we want to go out swinging Rev the engine just one last time Let the heat gauge rise all the way to the line Ride the motor until it dies Coast all of the rest of the way into the city line Then I’ll walk for miles just to meet you at a diner at midnight I've been looking for truth, and maybe that's a start. Alright.
2.
This house is falling down on our fucking heads The rats are chowing down on our fucking beds Our bosses and our parents think we're fucking Reds The commies think that we're a bunch of fucking Feds I get knocked down, but I get up again Can’t keep me down I get knocked down, but I get up again The crime scene is covered in our DNA Our lawyer sucks. Who else could we afford to pay? Our friends aren't coming, no matter what they say Our friends aren't coming, no matter what they fucking say I get knocked down, but I get up again Can’t keep me down I get knocked down, but I get up again There’s a feeling in the night, I wake up sweaty Words like “home” are disconnected from their meaning No, I’ve never really believed in safety There are things I’ve never known but will always be mourning
3.
Broken Heart 03:11
want to be dragged by the sunlight To brilliance and bravery Or even just out my front door For a walk down the street And most days I sleep till it's already dark And I keep the blinds closed and all the doors locked And I don't even bother opening this broken heart of mine Because goddamn, who has the time? And I want to follow the fire To a new world through this broken shell And maybe when all this is gone We'll finally set light to ourselves But most days I sleep till it's already dark And I keep the blinds closed and all the doors locked And I don't even bother opening this broken mouth of mine Because goddamn, who has the time for a song? And most days I sleep till it's already dark And I keep the blinds closed and all the doors locked And I don't even bother opening this broken heart of mine Because goddamn, who has the time for a song? We're gonna die here.
4.
It's hard to see The dust is thick Greg tries to shift Can't find the stick Clear Elsa's eyes Of the rubber foam Everyone hold on We're almost home Park up the street Turn off the lights We're punk Von Trapps In the fascist night They're in the house Beams through windows They'll be surprised We're almost home You can't tell us We won't be the Subject of their poems Epics scrawled on Ruins where the Inheritors will roam How we got home It's hard to move The mud is thick Greg drops the gear The back wheel sticks Not far behind The siren moans Abandon ship We're almost home Walk past a junk car Check for gas Nothing for miles A house at last Trip on a journal Among the bones Black sharpie title: “How We Got Home” You can't tell us We won't be the Subject of their poems Epics scrawled on Ruins where the Inheritors will roam How we got home
5.
Take down the lights I don't do Christmas Religion's fine I just hate Christmas I'll hang out at noon But not before then I think you're fine I just don't wake up then This place feels like a furnace Someone's trying to burn us I'm glad you're happy this way But if I have to watch you smile I'll pull our file and finish us off today It’s okay Theories are great But I hate when you say them I understand my heat bills I still don't pay them I know my rights But thanks for explaining The day they're enough Will be the day it starts raining You forget we live in quicksand This isn't sick, man We won't be around if we win But if I have to watch you smile I'll pull our file And turn both of us in
6.
I will die on my knees If I risk everything, I might be brought there by gravity Instead of fear of the judges Or an eviction notice We all die alone, but let’s live together Take the bastards on See you in the streets See you at the jail when you get released Call me “idealist” I was born to lose You’re a fucking voter Who’s living in a fantasy? We’ll never win There’s a cop hiding in your heart, my friend FTP FU Burn it all down till the sun burns out too We all die alone, but let’s live together Take the bastards on See you in the streets See you at the jail when you get released Call me “utopian” I was born to lose You’re a fucking Democrat Who’s living in a fantasy?
7.
(this song is by Nick (they/them) Scream it into the wind I swear this is not where I end you can claw your way up or just dig your way down fear the dust fear the heat this is where it went down feel the ghosts drag your feet where the dogs and the train and your past all converged and took flight oh they carry us terrified into the night I will drink too much coffee and hold my fears tight if they're gone then hell who am I? write it down burn it up if the past is a minefield how do we look up just enough just to try to learn trust
8.
I take my coffee with cream I take my streets with a banner I take my cellphones without batteries I take my friendships with a mask and a hammer My belt is too big, my pants are too small, my laundry isn't done Now let me tell you how society should be run Make some noise Something to scream to the silence Face the void Of what we'll never hold I take the long way home Just in case we were followed I take action today I'll take the trash out tomorrow My socks are dirty, but my conscience is clean, I don't have any fun Now let me tell you how the economy will be run Make some noise Something to scream to the silence Face the void Of what we’ll never hold Make some noise Something to scream to the silence Face the void Of what we'll never hold Make some noise Something to scream till I can't hear my own thoughts Till I can face the void
9.
And for once, the whole truth was clear Everything's new and there's no turning back So I'll seek no comfort, and shelter no fear Where they plant orchards, I'll reap barren land Egalitarians with empty hands is it justice to split up the dust? We are damned and we'll never earn bread And so we shall steal everything that we must Show me peace and I'll run from that hell I'll head up the mountain, and never come back Show me utopia; I'll call it a jail We'll pick up the pieces to snap them in half We're egalitarians with empty hands Is it justice, dividing the sand? We are damned, and we'll never earn trust And so we'll betray everything that we can And so we'll betray everything that we can And so we'll betray everything that we must

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"RAMSHACKLE GLORY is a retired anarchist punk band that was based out of Tucson, AZ. This is our last release. Our band lasted from 2010-2016. We put out three full length albums, one split album with the folk punk band Ghost Mice, and toured every year. We donated money to a large number of anarchist and radical political projects, and distributed a lot of free political literature on a variety of topics. We stood up for our values as much as we knew how to. I'm proud of everyone in our band for doing what we did together. This project was hard on all of us in different ways, but in the end we took care of each other as much as we know how to. That isn't something to take for granted. I actually think it's all we have. Thanks to everyone who helped us, tolerated our mistakes and our crankiness, and listened to our music. You have funny taste. So do I.

Love,
Patrick Schneeweis (June 1, 2016)

"THIS PROJECT was a significant part of my life these past 6 years and I'm thankful for it. At times it was an inspiring and affirming reprieve from normal life. Having the platform to attempt centering both anarchism and queerness in punk spaces meant a ton to me, personally. These weren't clear objectives, we didn't have those, but such attempts would manifest and at times it felt important and useful. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't, like most of the ludicrous things that anarchists do. Aside from the obvious thanks to my bandmates for being the brilliant collection of beautiful weirdos that they are, I want to thank all the rad folks who set up tables at our shows and all the kids who took that part of what we were doing seriously. Thanks to those who tried to practice some kinda consent on the dance floor. Thanks to all the hosts. (Sorry if you had to hear us yelling at each other about violence, insurrection, and techno-transhumanism or whatever at 3 in the morning on your porch.) Love your buds with all you got. Brush your teeth. Fuck authority.

For a world without borders, cops, or cages,
Luke (December 2, 2016)

THIS ALBUM IS DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF ERIK PETERSEN

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released December 30, 2016

Self-recorded in Tucscon, AZ and all over the place. Mixed and mastered by Charlie Schneeweis. Self-released. Artwork by Dalia Shevin. Design by Luke.

ON THIS ALBUM, RAMSHACKLE GLORY IS:

Patrick Schneeweis: guitar/vocals
Nick Berger: accordion/vocals
Douglas Fur: banjo/vocals
Luke Romano: drums/vocals
Alyssa Kai: clarinet
Eric "Johnny" Freedom: trumpet
Wyndham Maxwell: piano
Dane Rossman: bass

IN THE PAST, RAMSHACKLE GLORY HAS ALSO BEEN:

Michael Schneeweis: trumpet
Charlie Schneeweis: trumpet
Dylan Kordani: lead guitar
Dottie Possie: trombone/bass
Andrew Link: bass

WE CONTINUE TO OPERATE THE FOLLOWING:

ramshackleglory.bandcamp.com
facebook.com/ramshackleglory
ramshackleglory@gmail.com

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