Ashtray

Wingnut Dishwashers Union - Urine Speaks Louder Than Words

Ramshackle Glory - Your Heart is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist

Intro Hold Her Hand

We go down to throw rocks at the river
Curses at the parade
Wedge a stone in the gears of the clockworks
Try to keep us from acting our age.

We swore we'd carry on like this forever
Til the free spirits fled.
But now can you believe who's a mother
And that so-and-so's cut off their dreads.

Kill off Columbus
And turn the world around
After all
The nomads are settlin' down.

Used to give most of the bread to the landlord
Leave the crust for the squats.
Now the death wages we pay the bankers
Seem to kill all the flies in one swat.

Hear the wedding band strike up a number
Yeah they're playin' our song.
Hold your breath guys, we're gonna go under
Get the little ones singin' along.

Kill off Columbus
And turn the world around
After all
The nomads are settlin' down.

Kill off Columbus
And turn the world around
After all
The nomads are settlin' down.

After all
The nomads are settlin' down.

But wait
Not so-and-so
Said he'd never change
Said he'd never grow

He'd stay
Always on a roll
Run beside the train
Pass the mossy stones

Now there's more hope than ever
And it's all fallin' down
And the rebels are runnin' for mayor
In your hometown.

As the nomads are dropping their anchors
Fallin' into the sea
And I stopped throwing rocks at the river
Now you'll find me a'swimmin' upstream.

There is power in unions of ramblers
That got nothing to own.
But there's more in one fist-swingin' mother
Swearin' my children shall never be sold.

Kill off Columbus
And turn the world around
After all
The nomads are settlin' down.

Kill off Columbus
And turn the world around
After all
The nomads are settlin' down.


After all
The nomads are settlin' down.

Out of the garden
We multiply
Telling our stories
May all the old ways die. 

Up the punx

nomads revolt

From the Ceschi & Pat The Bunny Acoustic Split 12" available now at: 
https://diybandits.bandcamp.com/album/ceschi-pat-the-bunny-split-12-and-zine-package-1

Lyrics: 

Chorus: NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH 

Pat: 
Termites are eating my home and squirrels laugh at me through the walls. 
I hate to admit it, but most days I wake up and follow the laws. 
I used to dream my beliefs would lead me onto barricades with molotovs, but mostly they lead me straight to a line at the post office to send zines to someone behind bars. 
Ceschi: 
This city is killing me. Pretty sure New Haven PD wants all of my friends to go down. I walk down to Whalley and think of my fellow felons sleeping on overcrowded room grounds. 
My girlfriend can't handle the lifestyle I lead (Sorry Amber, I take this lyric back - you support me constantly, thank you) 
so I wander around this country, 
sleep on couches, 
play shows for 20 kids hoping they'll house me.
(sorry I'm allergic to cats)

Chorus: NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH 

Pat: Some just talk a good game—I can’t even do that. Some just want to look cool—-I don’t even wear black. Some just want an excuse for crime and destruction. I’m too afraid to shoplift, because last time I got busted. 

Ceschi:  I can promise you this, Officer Smith: you don’t need to piss-test me or re-arrest me. I’m just playing these shows, I’m a law-abiding citizen. Please give me my license back. I no longer sell crack. I’m just 33, rapping, broke, trying my hardest to cope on the road. Almost all of my homies know that. 

Chorus: NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH 


Pat The Bunny & Ceschi - This City Is Killing Me

Nice Bongo...Faggot

Wingnut Dishwasher's Union - My Idea Of Fun

A FistFul of Vinyl Sessions

Let's Take a Ride Like We Used To

Of Soldiers and Prostitutes

Evan Greer - Punks With Clean Kitchens

Folk punk from TX, we wrote and recorded this album while traveling the US and living from backpacks off of the money we made busking with home made instruments at gas stations and street corners.   We don't use anything electric, we're loud as hell so this includes microphones.  We do everything for free if it's possible.  If you can't pay to get into a show and we can't sneak you in, we play outside in the parking lot instead.  We give away free CDs, patches, shirts etc.  While finishing up our album Pickin' On The State we ended up breaking up the band and it was never released.  I'm pretty sure all evidence is lost in oblivion, but I remember the songs...mostly.  They get played live from time to time.  

<B><big>Here's my [Evan's] hip hop music.</b></big>  http://www.soundcloud.com/mcescha 
<B><big>Here's the download for the full album</B></big> <a href=" http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RHKMROSO">Dessert for Breakfast</a>

California (live version of a song from the unreleased album [with a home made banjo])
http://www.youtube.com/embed/57vX5iOzKyA


Sinner (live version of my newest song [although it's written for a string band with banjo, mandolin, fiddle etc.] I'm not in love with this recording but it's all I have of the song)
http://www.youtube.com/embed/JdYcZLE37vg

For more, look us up on YouTube!


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