No Leashes, No Masters

by Jacky Nimble and the Dogs

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released August 3, 2014

Luke - ukulele, vocals, spoons
Jordy - saw

Thanks to Eve for letting me use her equipment to record!

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Track Name: A toast
D A F#m G
Here's to the life I thought I'd have and the mediocre mess that it is. To lost opportunities, to doubting myself, who the fuck am I? Here's to the lethargy the sorrow and gloom, the wasted hours burning out my eyes. Raise a glass to the wave of privilege that I ride and all the ways that I love to hide.

Bm G D A D G A
But all that can change. Freedom doesn't come to those who cower and wait, you know living with integrity takes courage in your bones.

So here's to all the showers that I refuse to take and the baths I'll have instead down in a dirty lake. To the places that I'll see and the comics that I'll draw. Here's to every shitty note I'll sing in every shitty song. Raise a glass to the stars, to the wind and to the grass, to painted nails and stolen food and nothing that will last.

But real liberty don't look like that. Not while others rot and die. Not while people are in cages metaphorical or the concrete kind.

So here's to the kerosene, to the bottles and the bricks. To the walls we'll smash the ceilings we'll break to every shattered mind. Here's to insurrection, feminist riots, jubilee, a new beginning of time. Raise a glass to the apocalypse that we bring ourselves. To all the lives we can save by ending ours right now.

Tear it down for the trauma, the ruin, and the strife, for all us folks desperate for life.

So here's to feeding everybody just because we can. To homes we build together and picking up our trash. Here's to caring for everyone no matter what the cost, to loving our jobs because there's no more boss. Raise a glass to a future where everyone is free. Bring me that horizon, a sunrise for all to see.
Track Name: Maybe tomorrow if I'm dry
c f c f c g c f c f am g c
dm c f g

tonight I'm sleeping out in the rain
trying to find a reason to wake up
I don't have hopes and I don't have dreams
twenty six years spent apart at the seams
pass me a needle, pass me some thread
one of these days I'll patch up
Y'know this would be easier if I didn't make it worse
if I wasn't the driver of my own two-legged hearse

You always say I'm awesome and you miss me
if I make it to sunrise I'll try to believe that
in the meantime I'm counting on this tarp to keep me dry
so maybe tomorrow my heart could fly

I'm lookin for people to connect with
together we could build us a home
not owned by a bank that could rob us anytime
but all I've got right now is a backpack and some dimes
tonight I'm suckin smoke like a wood chimney
Cause that's what the cool kids do
bring on them sads, let's ruin this day
tonight this anxious arm is my ashtray
Track Name: One is stupid sexist silver, the other gold
G D Em C / G D Am C

Once upon a time there was a little kid who didn't play super well with other other little skids
But they found one or two who didn't make them feel all alone
As they got older and started to change
Their understandings drifted yeah they couldn't stay the same
And that's fine we don't all have to like the same shit
Eventually modalities based on dominant moralities come to permeate those friends' behavior
And no matter how much you try and try and try
They'll never be your comrades

So remember
Just because you were friends in high school
doesn't mean they don't think that someone should rule
And just cause with them you had it made
It don't mean they've got your back on the barricades

So if you want to love them (and you should!)
Don't get frustrated when you're misunderstood
Do it from a distance so you're not exhausting time
Trying to organize with people who think that's a naive rhyme
Find the folks who think like you and want to smash the state
Racist prison systems and class determined fates
They're out there everywhere just waiting for you
To wake up and join them in fightin for what's true
Love your friends and cherish them try and help them to see
Most of their problems come from hierarchies

And remember
Just because you were friends in high school
don't mean they don't think that someone should rule
And just cause with them you had it made
It don't mean they've got your back on the barricades

But I do, I do, yeah fuck I do!
So maybe, just maybe
We should be friends
Track Name: The ballad of Jack Nimble
Dm F Am Dm / Dm F Dm Am / Gm Am Gm Am

Jack be nimble, Jack is sick
Jack knocked over their candlestick
set their house ablaze; it wasn't their home
murdered those maggots so they could roam
now they soar with the eagles
but they don't know their name
when they die all alone they'll have no one to blame

Jack Jack Jack, oh won't you come back
back to (y)our mountain of ashes, oh Jack
won't you return after it burns
won't you come back, oh please, Jack

Jack be nimble, Jack don't be sick
Jack I promise this isn't a trick
fall back to earth, this blue marble of death
with us by your side you could love every breath
come live with us dogs and run in a pack
your heart can beat red, instead of pitch black
Track Name: Fears
capo 3 - c g f - c g am - c g dm f - am g f (last am g c)

I realized something tonight. and that is that I'm scared all the time. I'm scared of waking up I'm scared of goin to sleep, and scared of all that lies between.

being alone gives me the chills, and talking to folks is even worse. staring at the mold, frozen on the floor. too anxious to do a thing about it.

I realized something tonight. and that is that I'm scared all the time. I'm scared of going out I'm scared of staying in, scared of dying and deathly scared of life.

but even though it frightens me to see you. your voice still gives me courage. and even though right now I just can't. stop. shaking, your love gives me hope I'll make it through.

you showed me something tonight. that I don't have to be scared all the time. not scared of what I am, not scared of who you are. not scared to look up at the stars.

You don't have to be scared of your dreams. You don't have to be scared of your dreams. You don't have to be scared of walking up the stairs. You don't have to be scared of your dreams.

I'll try to be less scared of my dreams
Track Name: The motherfucking, shit-eating piss
g d c g

I climbed into a boarded up squat, thanks to your boost
You panicked and thought that I was trapped inside
Rushed to find a hammer to break down that damn window
The cops showed up just as I kicked it out
You're always there for me lock stock and barrel
Together you and I will always be doomed

cause paul, I fucking love you. yeah I love the motherfucking, shit-eating piss out of you I don't know what I'd do without you somewhere in my life. You might have brought out my darkness but y'know you show me the light

Then there was a mermaid I got lost in her curls
and y'know she's got the biggest heart around
She loves with no bounds, so intense it hurts
and god, you've dealt with so much shit. most of it from me

but meg, I fucking love you. yeah I love the motherfucking, shit-eating piss out of you. I don't know what to do without you somewhere in my life. You might have brought out my darkness but y'know you showed me the light.

One night I was drunk and alone down in a cellar show
slammin out to algernon cadwallader
I met a queer anarchist addict who lived out of his van
I told you to move in right then and there
and even though you tried to piss out of my kitchen window
it was last time anything made any sense to me

cause corey, I fucking love you. yeah I love the motherfucking, shit-eating piss out of you. I don't know what I'd do without you somewhere in my life. you might have brought out my darkness, but you also showed me the light.
yeah you! I fucking love ya. I love the motherfucking shit-eating piss out of you.
and y'know that's never gonna change
Track Name: Haiku for Marlee
I miss my puppy
I'm sure your dog is quite nice
But mine is better!

D A
G D A
E B C
Track Name: Exploration of coercion in everyday life (Ramshackle Glory cover)
C Am F C F G / C Am F G / C G Dm F (D A Em G / E B F#m A)

in the space between a neighborhood and a street map/between a battle fought and a ballot cast/between our vacant hands and the things we lack/in the space between having nothing and everything/between your tired bones and the empty buildings/between this abandoned lot and a vegetable garden/there are people with guns who know how to use them/nothing better to do than hop in their cruisers/and go crack the skulls of some dropouts and losers/and get congratulated on restraint when they do it/so if we can't blow up a social relationship, we also can't reason with bullets/so let's not be confused who uniforms and badged work for/it's not intelligence that keeps assholes rich, it's fucking armies of blue rolling with full clips/with handcuffs and clubs for anyone who's sick of going without just because they're poor/and in the space between who I am and who I should be/between a tired loner and a community/between where the van broke down and alturas street/and in the space between me and the neighbors out on the street/between these walls that we pay to keep/and the ruins that this world deserves to be/
Track Name: Boil 'em fascists down!
C F C G C F CGC

Burn it down to the ground, ground til no one left is bound
The only song that I can sing is burn 'em all to the ground

I'm sick and tired of waiting round for benevolence to impart
Rights aren't gifts given from above they come from our beating hearts

Gender roles are stale and old binaries are for the birds
Stop, you're killing all my friends with your norms and your hateful words

Prisons and police don't make us safe they destroy humanity
We don't need a boss to get things done they just rob us of our dignity

Break into a vacant house and claim it as our own
Why should we be cold and tired just so profits can grow

They say it's for my own good they tell me 'you need us!'
I'll show them the barrel end of my blunderbuss

War and poverty aren't facts of life they're made by the ruling class
Together we can take the bourgie swine and drown them in the past

For trayvon ( http://bit.ly/WUTbTw ) and Marissa ( http://justiceformarissa.blogspot.com/ ) For Milton ( http://bit.ly/N3sqal ) and cece ( http://bit.ly/1jQYHPy )
Someday we'll have justice In this land of the free

My life and yours are forever intertwined
It's not that hard to empathize and just be fucking kind

Burn it down to the ground, ground make that revolt sound
The only hope that we can have is to burn it all to the ground