Biografía:
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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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡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!
The whole song is G D C G. The strumming pattern is a little difficult but the chords are simple.
G D
Just like that it was winter again here in the desert.
C G
In June, our house was empty. In September it's full of house guests.
G D
They're too punk, or I'm too punk, for words to come out
C G
sitting here in the living room of our beautiful, broken-down house.
G D
I've been working so much lately, when I'm home I feel like a stranger
C G
in a foreign country where I can't speak the language
G D
of unemployment, minor crimes, plans to get the hell out
C G
I mutter fuck the police and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
Da da da da da da da da
G D
We were in the kitchen, it was the week you first moved in.
C G
I said, We're glad to have you. You shrugged. Well, it's here or a ditch...
G D
Thanks for dancing, thanks for singing, thanks for sticking around
C G
and making a home with us here in our beautiful, broken-down house.
G D
On my days off I like to sit up on the roof and watch the traffic.
C G
There's my buddy Micky from the laundromat, walking by looking pretty dope sick.
G D
And hell, I remember that walk, but I haven't taken it for three years now.
C G
So Micky, come here and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
Da da da da da da da da
G D
The last couple weeks I know you've been having trouble breathing
C G
and maybe, truthfully, trouble with most things
G D
but don't you worry if the pipes freeze and power goes out.
C G
We'll just be friends who are cold, in the dark, of our beautiful, broken-down house.
G D
And just like that it was summer again here in Tucson.
C G
In March our house was a jungle, in July it's an abandoned parking lot.
G D
You move back to England, you move with the seasons, you move where it's hip right now.
C G
I say, Fuck them all and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
Da da da da da da da da
G D
Just like that it was winter again here in the desert.
C G
In June, our house was empty. In September it's full of house guests.
G D
They're too punk, or I'm too punk, for words to come out
C G
sitting here in the living room of our beautiful, broken-down house.
G D
I've been working so much lately, when I'm home I feel like a stranger
C G
in a foreign country where I can't speak the language
G D
of unemployment, minor crimes, plans to get the hell out
C G
I mutter fuck the police and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
Da da da da da da da da
G D
We were in the kitchen, it was the week you first moved in.
C G
I said, We're glad to have you. You shrugged. Well, it's here or a ditch...
G D
Thanks for dancing, thanks for singing, thanks for sticking around
C G
and making a home with us here in our beautiful, broken-down house.
G D
On my days off I like to sit up on the roof and watch the traffic.
C G
There's my buddy Micky from the laundromat, walking by looking pretty dope sick.
G D
And hell, I remember that walk, but I haven't taken it for three years now.
C G
So Micky, come here and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
Da da da da da da da da
G D
The last couple weeks I know you've been having trouble breathing
C G
and maybe, truthfully, trouble with most things
G D
but don't you worry if the pipes freeze and power goes out.
C G
We'll just be friends who are cold, in the dark, of our beautiful, broken-down house.
G D
And just like that it was summer again here in Tucson.
C G
In March our house was a jungle, in July it's an abandoned parking lot.
G D
You move back to England, you move with the seasons, you move where it's hip right now.
C G
I say, Fuck them all and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
Da da da da da da da da
Randy Newman
Randy Rogers Ban (...)
Randy Rose
Randy Santiago
Randy Travis
Rasputina
Rasta Bigoud
Rastapé
Rata Blanca
Ratatat