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!
Intro/verse are power chords: A5 C5 D5 G5
Chorus: C G Am F
Intro
A5 C5 D5 G5
I skipped class and rode the number five bus all the way east, just to see where it ends.
I smoked a cigarette at udall station, got back on the bus again.
We've been this way since you met me: hearts not heavy, but empty.
And once a song could raise me up, but now there's nothing, so I stumbled home a broken man
with blood on my hands, dead on my feet, shot down where I stand.
With blood on my hands, dead on my feet, shot where I stand.
C G Am F
Freedom is beautiful and terrible, it's nothing soft and sweet.
It's used bullets on the side walk, fires across the street.
It's you moving in with your new boyfriend in Oakland.
It's a pack of wild dogs on a road without a street lamp.
It's roaches in the bathroom, mice in the kitchen, and no one left to blame for the way
I've been living.
It's mice in the kitchen, roaches in the bathroom, and no one left to blame.
Intro
A5 C5 D5 G5
I woke up late and missed class again, so I brewed a pot of coffee and went back to bed.
Snatch some bread selling junk from the back of the shed. Hop the fence, because the
front's being watched by the feds.
We've been this way since we've been alive: reckless and shy, so I set fire to the
house and took off running. I hope that you won't mind.
I burned down the house to get myself out of this hell alive.
I burned down the house to get myself out. I hope you don't mind.
C G Am F
Freedom is nothing soft and sweet it's beautiful and terrible.
It's admitting everything that I don't want anyone to know.
It's telling people that I love I stole from them when they weren't looking.
It's fucking up so many times that they won't pick up when I call them.
It's watching people die because they got back in it, and knowing that I don't have any
say in it.
It's watching people die, and knowing I don't get any say.
Play intro once more
Chorus: C G Am F
Intro
A5 C5 D5 G5
I skipped class and rode the number five bus all the way east, just to see where it ends.
I smoked a cigarette at udall station, got back on the bus again.
We've been this way since you met me: hearts not heavy, but empty.
And once a song could raise me up, but now there's nothing, so I stumbled home a broken man
with blood on my hands, dead on my feet, shot down where I stand.
With blood on my hands, dead on my feet, shot where I stand.
C G Am F
Freedom is beautiful and terrible, it's nothing soft and sweet.
It's used bullets on the side walk, fires across the street.
It's you moving in with your new boyfriend in Oakland.
It's a pack of wild dogs on a road without a street lamp.
It's roaches in the bathroom, mice in the kitchen, and no one left to blame for the way
I've been living.
It's mice in the kitchen, roaches in the bathroom, and no one left to blame.
Intro
A5 C5 D5 G5
I woke up late and missed class again, so I brewed a pot of coffee and went back to bed.
Snatch some bread selling junk from the back of the shed. Hop the fence, because the
front's being watched by the feds.
We've been this way since we've been alive: reckless and shy, so I set fire to the
house and took off running. I hope that you won't mind.
I burned down the house to get myself out of this hell alive.
I burned down the house to get myself out. I hope you don't mind.
C G Am F
Freedom is nothing soft and sweet it's beautiful and terrible.
It's admitting everything that I don't want anyone to know.
It's telling people that I love I stole from them when they weren't looking.
It's fucking up so many times that they won't pick up when I call them.
It's watching people die because they got back in it, and knowing that I don't have any
say in it.
It's watching people die, and knowing I don't get any say.
Play intro once more
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