Biography:
Ramshackle Glory are a punk rock band from Tucson, USA formed in early 2011. Their music is marked by unconventional instrumentation, an emphasis on lyrical content, and low-quality equipment. The band self-releases music on Savage Wasteland, a collective label run by members of the band, as well as cooperating with friends at Plan-It-X Records and DIY Bandits. Find out more information at www.ramshackleglory.com
Their debut album, "Live The Dream" (2011)
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Other songs:
- Bitter Old Man
- First Song
- First Song Part 2
- From Here To Utopia (song For The Desperate)
- Last Days
- More About Alcoholism
- Never Coming Home
- Of Ballots And Barricades
- Vampires Are Poseurs (song For The Living)
- We're All Compost In Training
- Broken Heart
- Collapse Fury Redemption Loss
- Die Alone Live Together Born To Lose
- Eulogy For An Adolescence Shattered Against Elliot Street Pavement Heres To Being Young
- Exploration Of Coercion In Every Day Life
- Face The Void
- From Here To Utopia Song For The Desperate
- Homeward Bound
- Into The Wind
- Junk Bones
- Last Song
- Love Song For The Birds In Our Backyard
- Never Coming Home Song For The Guilty
- No Shelter
- On Ballots And Barricades
- Punk Is The Worst Form Of Music Except For All The Others
- Song For A Chicken Named Jenny
- Song For A Supermarket Parking Lot
- The Club Hits Of Today Will Be The Show Tunes Of Tomorrow
- The Hand You Reach Out Is Empty As Is Mine
- Vampirism Is For Poseurs Song For The Living
- War On Christmas
- We Are All Compost In Training
- Well Get Arrested Or Shot The Defeat
- Who Are Your Friends Gonna Be
- Your Heart Is A Muscle The Size Of Your Fist
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D A
I don't believe in heaven, I do believe in hell
G A
It's down the street from here, And we both lived there for years
D A G
We burned the calendars for warmth, And the alarm clocks just for fun
A
We closed the blinds to make goddamn sure
G
That we could never see the sun
F
You could set a watch by the bottle returns
Bm G D F#
And the ashtrays overflowing on the floor
Bm D G A A...
Nothing's free but time when you're so damn poor
D Bm
But the past was death row, And the future's a battlefield
G A
I hope we choose the right war
D Bm
Because I've been fist fighting gravity, Since the day I learned how to breathe
G A
And I still wake up On the same cold floor i fell asleep on
D A G G
So I won't, but we shall overcome someday
D A G G
I can't do it alone, but I shall be free someday
D A Bm G
I don't know how to live But I'm sick of learning how to die
D A Bm G
Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high
[Trumpet] x2
D Bm F#m G
D A
We made our own postal system, To cross the continent
G A
As long as freight trains run And loners pick up dreamers with thumbs
D
Who needs governments to get a letter to you
A
Or a mixtape to me, or a postcard to Johnstown?
G
What's a thousand miles between friends?
A
What's a friend that's not worth crossing a country?
D A
But I owe money and broken hearts
G
From Philly to Sydney and back to Vermont
D
(yeeeah) I regret a million things
G A A...
And that's only what I haven't forgot
D Bm
But the past was a mine field, And right now is a prison break
G A
I hope we make it alive
D Bm
When who we are doesn't stop where the law begins
G A
Then we'll storm their court houses to survive
D A G G
So I won't, but we shall overcome someday
D A G G
I can't do it alone, but we shall be free someday
D A Bm G
I don't know how to live But I'm sick of learning how to die
D A Bm G
Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high
I don't believe in heaven, I do believe in hell
G A
It's down the street from here, And we both lived there for years
D A G
We burned the calendars for warmth, And the alarm clocks just for fun
A
We closed the blinds to make goddamn sure
G
That we could never see the sun
F
You could set a watch by the bottle returns
Bm G D F#
And the ashtrays overflowing on the floor
Bm D G A A...
Nothing's free but time when you're so damn poor
D Bm
But the past was death row, And the future's a battlefield
G A
I hope we choose the right war
D Bm
Because I've been fist fighting gravity, Since the day I learned how to breathe
G A
And I still wake up On the same cold floor i fell asleep on
D A G G
So I won't, but we shall overcome someday
D A G G
I can't do it alone, but I shall be free someday
D A Bm G
I don't know how to live But I'm sick of learning how to die
D A Bm G
Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high
[Trumpet] x2
D Bm F#m G
D A
We made our own postal system, To cross the continent
G A
As long as freight trains run And loners pick up dreamers with thumbs
D
Who needs governments to get a letter to you
A
Or a mixtape to me, or a postcard to Johnstown?
G
What's a thousand miles between friends?
A
What's a friend that's not worth crossing a country?
D A
But I owe money and broken hearts
G
From Philly to Sydney and back to Vermont
D
(yeeeah) I regret a million things
G A A...
And that's only what I haven't forgot
D Bm
But the past was a mine field, And right now is a prison break
G A
I hope we make it alive
D Bm
When who we are doesn't stop where the law begins
G A
Then we'll storm their court houses to survive
D A G G
So I won't, but we shall overcome someday
D A G G
I can't do it alone, but we shall be free someday
D A Bm G
I don't know how to live But I'm sick of learning how to die
D A Bm G
Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high
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