Biografía:
Pat "the bunny" Schneeweis used to play guitar and sing in the Tucson, USA punk band Ramshackle Glory. In October 2011 he released solo versions of the Ramshackle Glory songs under his own name as a fundraiser to help Ramshackle Glory get a tour van.
Besides Ramshackle Glory, Pat used to be a member of the rap collectives Playtime Posse and Bootycastle. He was a working contributor to indie pop group One Man Romance.
In the past, Pat "the bunny"
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Otras canciones:
- Take My By The Hand And Lead Me Through This Disaster
- A Glorious Shipwreck
- Anarchy Of Dirt
- Cocoon Music
- Dont Chicken Out Pt 2
- For The Sake Of The Ashes
- I Dont Know
- Im Going Home
- Im Not A Good Person
- Im So Lonesome I Could Cry
- Lets Take A Ride Like We Used To
- Make Total Destroy
- Run From Whats Comfortable
- Someday I Will The Longing
- Song For A Chicken Named Jenny
- Song For A Netflix Account
- Song For The Stray Cat On The Fence
- Take Me By The Hand And Lead Me Through This Disaster
- Teenage Anarchist
- The Club Hits Of Today Will Be The Show Tunes Of Tomorrow
- The Hand You Reach Out Is Empty As Mine Is
- This City Is Killing Me
- Time To Wake Up
- Times Worth Living The Tension
- We Dont Get Tired We Get Even
- We Were Young Once
- Well Get Arrested Or Shot The Defeat
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
I did my best to transcribe lyrics there was one part I couldn't make out
B F# G#m E
its too late for me my friends,
B F# G#m E
once i gave refuge to the notion, even for a moment,
B F# G#m E
there was no turning back to comfort again,
B F# G#m E
only a lifetime of defeats, more or less spectacular, so,
B F#
ill march on to your court dates,
C#m E
ill gather court dates of my own,
B F#
ill miss the ones in prisons,
C#m E
and the ones who never made it there,
The rest of the song is B F# G#m E
the ones who said onward comrades to our death,
with ruin on their breath, the weight of centuries on their tongues,
Loading failed manifestos in their guns,
as if defeat repeated often could someday mean we had won,
our historys a vacant lot, littered with empty bank accounts,
sobbing parents, broken bones,
glorious songs, and lengthy prison terms,
a handful of moments that were truly our own
in between desperate gasping for air worth breathing, and times worth living
B F# G#m E
its too late for me my friends,
B F# G#m E
once i gave refuge to the notion, even for a moment,
B F# G#m E
there was no turning back to comfort again,
B F# G#m E
only a lifetime of defeats, more or less spectacular, so,
B F#
ill march on to your court dates,
C#m E
ill gather court dates of my own,
B F#
ill miss the ones in prisons,
C#m E
and the ones who never made it there,
The rest of the song is B F# G#m E
the ones who said onward comrades to our death,
with ruin on their breath, the weight of centuries on their tongues,
Loading failed manifestos in their guns,
as if defeat repeated often could someday mean we had won,
our historys a vacant lot, littered with empty bank accounts,
sobbing parents, broken bones,
glorious songs, and lengthy prison terms,
a handful of moments that were truly our own
in between desperate gasping for air worth breathing, and times worth living
Patito Feo
Patrice
Patricio Rey Y S (...)
Patrick Bruel
Patrick Doyle