One Last Big Job

by Ramshackle Glory

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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

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

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Track Name: Junk Bones
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.
Track Name: Collapse, Fury, Redemption, Loss
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
Track Name: Broken Heart
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.
Track Name: Homeward Bound
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
Track Name: War On Christmas
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
Track Name: Die Alone, Live Together (Born to Lose)
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?
Track Name: Into The Wind
(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
Track Name: Face The Void
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
Track Name: The Hand You Reach Out Is Empty (As Is Mine)
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