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Tracks 1-2 are from our upcoming split "Burrito Split" released on February 4, 2014 nothalfbad.bandcamp.com/album/burrito-split
Track 3-15 are from our first full length "Good People" released on April 2, 2013 nothalfbad.bandcamp.com/album/good-people
Tracks 16-19 are from our "Split w/ Special Guest" released on July 3, 2012 nothalfbad.bandcamp.com/album/split-w-special-guest
Tracks 20-21 are from our "Split w/ Special Guest, Mean and Ugly, and Downpour." released on July 3, 2012 nothalfbad.bandcamp.com/album/split-with-special-guest-mean-and-ugly-and-downpour
Tracks 22-28 are from our "No Thanks EP" released on September 20, 2011 nothalfbad.bandcamp.com/album/no-thanks-ep

Tracks 1-2 were recorded at Civil Recordings with Michael Briggs and mixed and mastered at Middle Coast Studios with Dylan Russell
Track 3-15 were recorded at Middle Coast Studios with Dylan Russell
Tracks 16-28 were recorded at Foundation Sound Recording Studios with Brandon Vanderford

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released 01 September 2013

Current Members:
Matt Scifres - Guitars/Lead Vocals/Banjo (all tracks)
Alex Weymier - Bass (tracks 1-21)/Drums (tracks 22-28)/Vocals

Former Members:
Chace Rowe - Guitars (tracks 3-21)/Bass (tracks 22-28)/Background Vocals
Gefen Kusin-Kline - Guitars (tracks 1-2)/Background Vocals
Zakk Jackson - Drums (tracks 1-15)/Background Vocals
Cole Vardeman - Drums (tracks 16-21)

Tracks 1-2 were recorded at Civil Recordings with Michael Briggs and mixed and mastered at Middle Coast Studios with Dylan Russell

Track 3-15 were recorded at Middle Coast Studios with Dylan Russell

Tracks 16-28 were recorded at Foundation Sound Recording Studios with Brandon Vanderford

All music written and produced by Not Half Bad.

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Not Half Bad Fort Worth, Texas

We're a band from Fort Worth, TX that plays Energetic Dirty Folk/Punk focused on eating tacos, having a good time, and playing too many shows.

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Track Name: Burrito Drive
Hey, man. Tell me what’s up
We all work these jobs and don’t make enough
And the lines under your eyes have got stories of trying to get by
And I know they say “We’ve got what it takes to get through the day” and we’ll make it

Hey, man. Tell me what’s up
We all work these jobs and don’t make enough
And it gets so hard to try
We all grow old, give up and then die
But, I know they say “We’ve got what it takes to get through the day”
And we’ll make it
Track Name: I'm Only Here To Read
I never thought I'd ever be ashamed to be a man
Or gain a hate for those who share the gender that I am
Getting Irrationally angry at ads on TV
The things that make you say "Just what the fuck is wrong with me"

And, yeah, they know. That's why they do it.

There's no reason for you to eat and purge it all away
It fucking kills me that they've gone and made you feel this way
It's not enough that they decide the actions you can make
You've got to fit inside their smiling, fuckable cliche

And they don't care, that's why they do it.

I'll never know what it's like to summed and measured by
The way I look and have my own opinions cast aside
Or be told that I better be careful of what I wear
Or ever have to deal with people's ill-intentioned stares

I never have to worry 'bout going somewhere alone
Or while I'm out, have every shitbag try to take me home
And, no it doesn't really make you all that bad to say
'I'm only here for me, now, please, just go the fuck away'

But, they don't care, that’s why they do it.

And I won't know, ‘til I go through it.
Track Name: In A Tire Fire
Our clothes are tattered, Flags are burning
The wheels of change, They say, are turning
And everyone is reaffirming that we've changed history
But the words I speak, you know, are fiction
Cause' we are plagued by indecision
Constrained by bureaucracy and religion
And we'd rather watch tv.
So, glory glory, hallelujah
Glory glory, hallelujah
Oh, amber waves, we hardly knew ya
In this place no one's free.
Track Name: Thin Crust
They want to take us from our homes
They want taps on our telephones
Cause they know the storm's coming

The one's who wear the ties and suits
Will send out fiends in riot boots
In hopes they'll send us running

So, paint me black with soot and smoke
Among the crowds that block the road
The one's you've come to make examples

And mow me down to make me free
Eliminate all empathy
You care not how many you trample

But we will scream our cause under the open archways
And ring the bells of telephones
And you will find that not even your ruthless armies
Can drag our bodies from our homes

They want to watch us interact
We're just a file in a stack
Of people who they deem distrustful

And as that list grows more and more
Strewn all across the white house floor
You'll find (that) you've found yourself a handful

Oh, we won't be the martyrs on your broken crosses
And add insult to our broken bones
And you will find that when we're left to our devices
We're all we need to rebuild our homes.
Track Name: To Mom, Cathy and The Impending Argument
Here's to the half assed birthday wishes and I fucking hate the fall
and I finally got caught up in alcohol
and to that one time I quit smoking and forever swore off God
It's like I'm waiting for someone to see and applaud.

And I call my self 'progressive' but, I don't even watch the news
I'd like to vote but I just can't see the use
I didn't think I'd strayed that far off, until I heard it from my mom
crying how baby's doing every damn thing wrong.

Baby, where'd you go wrong?
Where'd this different person come from?
I know I raised you right
But you seem so filled up with spite
And I hope your with us when God's kingdom comes.

And here's to the reckless motherfucker who I used to call my friend
Before he almost got me sent to prison.
And to that couple thousand dollars that I'm paying to the state
to keep the car, to keep the job that I hate
And to that year we spent not talking,
I thought that I might hear from you
And hear you say that leaving sucked for you, too.
But, I guess what makes it okay, is sometimes there's a feeling
That when it gets so bad, you stop worrying.

Baby, when'd you grow up-
and get so tired and decided you had had enough
and they say that it's gonna be okay
Well, not now or soon but, maybe someday.
Track Name: Phil Collins
I don't wanna hear the politician telling me what he's got to sell
And I don't wanna hear some pious zealot telling me how we're all 'doomed to hell'
And I wish that I could boycott Walmart, but I know I don't have the cash
So, I always leave myself to bitching and coating floors in cigarette ash.

But, there's something in the air of these faded houses that we share
To fill with all our friends to chant and hold and sing and drink and dance
And there's something in these red light rooms that once held buckets, mops and brooms
That now we make our slogans in and clasp them on with safety pins

And I don't want some crook official telling me what he's got to say
And I don't want some fucking preacher to tell me how we will rue the day
Because of our dissent. But, it's what we're know for
Instead of take the streets, you'd rather occupy your floor

But, there's something in these nights that leave us so filled up with spite
At knowing we will sleep again and these endeavors, soon will end
And less frequently come about. Exuberance, replaced by doubt.
And then, at some point, will be gone, but lacking the time to ponder on.

And I won't sell myself short.
We always choose to.
I've only got this bridge to burn.
It's what we're used to.
Track Name: Bad Cliches
Well, I've slept on shitty, concrete floors
And I've been humbled by their locked doors
And I put my pen to slate these days, to color myself bad cliches
And I wish that, maybe, I had seen that tunnel vision starts at eighteen
And It looks like normalcy will take the win

Fuck anarchy
See where you've got me?
Bitter battles fought between nihilism and normality
The time spent thinking, singing and drinking
I guess what hurts the most is when what you love doesn't save your life

But, I've loved the purest that one can and I've come to grips with what most can't
And I've felt myself pinned by the boots of rigid stiffs in ties and suits.
In optimistic ignorance, I'll scream out every single chance I get to say 'there's nothing we can't change'

Complacency
See where you've got me?
Bitter battles fought between disillusion and near piety
The time spent thinking, instead of acting
The insult's craving recognition, but only getting sympathy

Fuck sympathy
See where you've got me?
Where no conservative raised, good-natured boy should ever be
Out here thinking with others like me
And all we want's your recognition, but you just give us sympathy

We don't need your sympathy.
Track Name: Newports (Good People version)
I'm left with my lobotomy, lost dreams of teenage piracy
to scour night time city streets for benefits for all to reap
and all of us and in all our scores, we'd run the streets,
they'd lock their doors, we're not a stop or detour, we'd take their world over.

And when its summer I'll smoke and choke and work on cancer
when they all leave I'll sleep all fucking winter
but when the sun does rise, I'll open up my eyes
and start the day.

I woke up an adult today at a loss for the things to say
and I think and try to start I'm found here all these worlds apart
on city streets in awe and stunned in burning heat of revolution and as age
makes one older why can't we start this over?

And when its summer I'll smoke and choke and work on cancer
when they all leave I'll sleep all fucking winter
but when the sun does rise I'll open up my eyes
and start the day.

I only smoke Newports
I only drink Mexican Coke
I only surround myself with people that the world's lost all hope.
When I'm at my end and I'm surrounded by these friends
Well then I'll look back at my life and know it was no fucking joke.
Track Name: Punk Rock Is A Full Time Job
I never thought I'd have a job
Or make it to the age that I'd worry bout bills and rent.
So, now I relish in the thought of when we didn't give a shit.

I've given it a lot of thought.
Punk rock is a full time job and I'll be the first to admit,
It's fuck the world or pay the rent
And I wish that I could say, I lived my life like youth brigade,
but when the lights come up, you say I'm just a fake.
So fuck it.

So, let's go grab ourselves an MD.
And gather round for shitty songs.
and pour into our poorly built, bombed out, holy sweat boxes
and make our ears ring as we sing along.
About how

I've given it a lot of thought
And punk rock is a full time job and I'll be the first to admit,
it's fuck the world or pay the rent
And you think that when you ask
That I should live like Darby Crash,
but I guess I don't interpret punk like that.
So fuck it.
Track Name: And His Clever Bible Reference
I miss the times that I would see you doing lines inside my kitchen
Boredom was a cheat that often times, we could defeat
And wait until the sun goes down to go wreak havoc on the town
And the ornaments left on their lawns, by morning time, were broken or gone

And there's something in the air of these faded houses that we share
To fill with all our friends to chant and hold and sing and drink and dance
And there's something in these red light rooms that once held buckets, mops and brooms
That now we make our slogans in and clasp them on with safety pins

And there's something in these nights that leave us so filled up with spite
At knowing we will sleep again and these endeavors, soon will end
And less frequently come about. Exuberance, replaced by doubt.
And then, at some point, will be gone, but lacking the time to ponder on.
Track Name: Basements
I miss the nights that we claimed our street corner
To scream and make our meals amongst the parking posts
And ride the bus back to the shady north side
Smoking shit cigarettes to ail our aching throats

Somewhere along the way, this life got labored
Kicked off our corner by some people selling God
While, being broke and happy had it's magic
Only being broke's not worth a lot

I never thought that I would find those people
Who heard the songs I heard and it meant as much to
And pack ourselves from wall to wall in basements
Our drunken singing going in and out of tune

And as we wrap our arms around these strangers
No greater feeling is there of this clarity
These darkened rooms reverberate with all that
I can say has ever meant a thing to me

These years made everyone so apathetic
And I can't really say that I'm coping all that well
When every dream I have's burning down buildings
and us giving all the owner's of this world's hell
But, Someone along the way said "Our dream's over"
Snapped to our senses by some salesman selling cars
And while being young and angry had potential
I can't really say we're doing a lot.

I never thought that I'd get stuck serving coffee
To all the one's who make this world such a trying place
Forcing smiles, standing behind a counter
Made to accept this meager life and this meager wage
My dream is that we'll kick them off our corners
All of the people who, in these houses we sing
And we will be the catalyst of change that
We first heard of in the basements when we were sixteen
Track Name: It Really Sucked, Actually
People say that every cloud has a silver lining
But they have never wrecked a car and killed two of their friends
and they have never seen someone do too much heroin
So, those people don't know a goddamn thing.

And people say little cliches' like, 'when it rains, it pours'
But they don't live in faded houses with damp, buckled floors
And thieving neighbors who just wait to go break down their doors
So, those people don't know a goddamn thing.

And people say that it will all get better if you try
But they all have some place to go when their grandparents die
And won't have trouble finding arms to hold or chests to cry
So, those people don't know a goddamn thing.
Track Name: We Did A Lot Of Walking
Of all the things that we had said and all the things we wrote and read
And all the thoughts that went through our heads as we were both inside our beds
And all the times we walked around. I'd take a drag, you'd never frown
I'd scream out loud and wake the town as awkward stares seemed to surround.

I've given it a lot of thought. I'm sure of this, That, I can say.
The best friends that you ever have are the ones you lose and go away
The ones you want to call their name and pour it out and scream your pain,
But you've poured it out too many times and now their spent and lack the time

And I'm sorry. I hope you know.
And even though I let my charm die out, I guess, I still don't know.
Track Name: Revolution Song (Good People version)
I've spent my entire life with talk of revolution
And I've seen people who get caught up so deep in their confusion
Well I've seen people who pray to god and they worship politicians
But what does it all mean?
What does it all mean?

When they say
It's time to storm those foreign beaches
We'll say "Die for your words? we refuse."
Cause we know politics are for scum and leeches
and we will die for only what we choose.

I've spent my entire life with talk of revolution
And I've seen people who get caught up so deep in their confusion
Well I've seen people who pray to god and they worship politicians
But what does it all mean?
What does it all mean?

And I've spent my entire life with talk of liberation
And I've seen all of the talks of race and war from rich caucasians
And I've seen all of the ravaging that they can bring to nations
Oh, I've seen things that should never have been seen.
Track Name: But, We're All Good People
How do I make it through the day? The stupid questions that you ask me
I drink til' I'm in another state and let all the do-gooders pass me
And don't forget about the drugs. I know, like hell they won't forget me
In my veins and in my lungs, so you can keep your fucking pity

Can I sleep with myself at night? It's something that I'd rather not do
Look at the TV's blinding light, scroll through my phone and try to get you
To lay here with me in my bed, so I can say that I'm not lonely
All while keeping you well fed on lies about how you're my only

Is this really all for fun? It's something that I've got to wonder
And if these days keep going on, please, God just fucking put me under
And I'll swear it to this day, I really thought we had No Future
And I'd be dead before I lived in front of TVs and computers
Track Name: Our Time
Move on to better things. Throw a rock in their machine.
No matter who's at the head, at some point, their lies we will be fed.
Instead of try for change, you sit and place your blames.
It is not your choice to make. We'll overcome. We always do. We know.
Fuck you we know this is our time. You know we're gonna take it.
I'm here to fucking break it. You know we want it all.
Fuck you we know this is our time to see you fall!
I'm surrounded by pigs. Racist, bitter, no good pricks.
No, they're not the dull or poor, they're the well off and educated rich.
You talk of building borders. You talking of restoring order, but it is not your choice to make.
They'll try to take what they can away, but they can't take what we don't have.
They Have! We Have Not!
Track Name: Fuck Up
I always knew I'd be a fuck up. Even when I was a little kid.
The kind that teachers couldn't shut up or find a rhyme or reason for the shit I did.
I always knew I'd be a fuck up. I always know that I would not amount to shit.
And you would be hard pressed to say I did.
But, let's say there were roadblocks in the way.
That I never had any chances or opportunities.
Let's pretend that hinderances had plagued me all my days and then, I'll sigh,
because I don't want to feed you goddamn lies.
You're a fuck up! There's No End! You're A Fuck Up! Don't Pretend!
I always knew you'd be an asshole. I always knew you'd be a liar and a cheat.
I think I knew it from the getgo, like a shitty record on repeat.
I always knew that I would hate you and that's a claim that I can still make to this day.
Can you call this success when there's a price you pay.
But, let's not get confused so easily.
These words are out of truth and not of jealousy.
When you treat people the way they're supposed to be,
you'd be suprised how many less will want to see you die.
I'd rather be the one to see no sort of adoration
if it means that I had to lie and cheat and steal from my friends.
Track Name: Chace's Song
'It's downhill from here.' That's what they say. That's what we're told about growing up and getting old. Some say that Jesus died to justify their fucked up lives. I never could see it that way. They're all the same, they'll never change. I'm so sick of all the lies where we're just left here to die and I'm so sick of the shit you've sold me. Right to this very day, I wish you'd had the guts to say all those little things you knew would help me. Like how all my friends will move away and get jobs they fucking hate just to put some food on their plates and how nobody wants to change, no want to stay the same, so fuck them, we'll let them stay.
Track Name: We're Going To Hell
When we die, we're all going to hell, because we're all apathetic and that ain't so hard to tell. We live our lives with no purpose at the core, people pass us by and ask us what the fuck we're living for. Another day, another thing we've done, plagued with an underwhelming sense of ambition, so when I'm gone and on my way to hell, at least I'll have an interesting story to tell. I remember all the nights that we'd sit out, talk and we would write. We'd tell our stories and smoke our cigarettes until morning and when the sun came out, we would face the day with our 'fuck you and everyone' mentality, heeding no cautions and heeding no warnings. We're the scurge of society, I can say even I agree. At times we resign ourselves and beliefs. Some use stigmas like 'nihilist.' They say we don't give a shit. No, it's just we know better than when you say 'change.'
Track Name: Sunday Song
Gotta get up, gotta go to the church cause' it's a Sunday. What kind of shit are you going to teach me that I don't already know? That I'm filthy and some guy with a beard is gonna cleanse me? I think I'd like you better if you weren't telling jokes. Gotta get up, gotta go to the school cause' it's a Monday. Gotta lay down the foundation for the rest of your life. Also know that they're might not be a country tomorrow. So, this class is gonna stave off economic strife? Yeah right. And you try and you try and you try but, you're never gonna get it says some fucking guy in a suit.
Track Name: Shut Up, Marggie!
When did we get set in our ways? Decide our lives need not be changed? We're not meant to go out at night, not cause mischief or cause them strife, let's all just get set neatly in our place.
Let's all be anarchists. Be thought provoking heretics. Stand strong, eyes fixed on they're machine and throw bombs into the gears of it! Refuse! Refuse! We will refuse! Until the day we die we will refuse!
They'll call us 'terrorists' but, isn't that the point of this? To change what they say that we can't. When they're subtle, we'll be blatant and that's the point they try to make so, let's make these our lives to take and break those fucking borders that surround.
Track Name: Newports (No Thanks version)
I'm left with my lobotomy, lost dreams of teenage piracy
to scour night time city streets for benefits for all to reap
and all of us and in all our scores, we'd run the streets,
they'd lock their doors, we're not a stop or detour, we'd take their world over.

And when its summer I'll smoke and choke and work on cancer
when they all leave I'll sleep all fucking winter
but when the sun does rise, I'll open up my eyes
and start the day.

I woke up an adult today at a loss for the things to say
and I think and try to start I'm found here all these worlds apart
on city streets in awe and stunned in burning heat of revolution and as age
makes one older why can't we start this over?

And when its summer I'll smoke and choke and work on cancer
when they all leave I'll sleep all fucking winter
but when the sun does rise I'll open up my eyes
and start the day.

I only smoke Newports
I only drink Mexican Coke
I only surround myself with people that the world's lost all hope.
When I'm at my end and I'm surrounded by these friends
Well then I'll look back at my life and know it was no fucking joke.
Track Name: Public Transit
Lets take to the streets and relish in thoughts of anarchy
think back to when such thoughts made sense,
On city corners, sing and dance,
distortion fueled inspired awe against the uninspired all and take the public transit to tomorrow.
All huddled in our secret clubs, anonymous unbridled laws
spazmatic grins from ear to ear unsettled by unspoken fears
that one day we will be older
stuck in meetings stacking paper
hoping that one day we could return.

And I died the day I realized that a nihilist could die
tragedy past the point of bringing one to speak the word "why?"
So I will start today and ask "don't let your colors fade"
Cause
True Dreamers Never Can Die.

Lets take to the floor and find out what our body's good for not
distinguish between love and lust, just move till our parts start to rust
On springtime hills we'd claim and lay and think of the lives we've yet to pave
Let the air bring our wits to their end.

And I died the day I realized that a nihilist could die
tragedy past the point of bringing one to speak the word "why?"
So I will start today and ask "don't let your colors fade"
Cause
True Dreamers Never Can Die.

They said we're never gonna make it
Make this life go our way
But if means becoming as bitter as you've become
I think I'd rather stay.
Track Name: A Song For Orwell
Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree,
I sold you and you sold me,
There lie they and here lie we,
Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree.

I look at the administration, they do everything they can
To make sure that things go their way it always seems to get to me
Listen to what I've said at this rate soon we'll all be dead
If things continue on this way, We'll soon be facing judgment day.

Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree,
I sold you and you sold me,
There lie they and here lie we,
Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree.

They will start wars at their will,
Train the youth to KILL KILL KILL
brainwash the impressionable
All who question's fate is sealed
Big brother is watching you,
Is there nothing we can do?
Be conscious and end their reign,
We no longer play your game.

Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree,
I sold you and you sold me,
There lie they and here lie we,
Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree.

They think all of us are blind,
Any battlefield they'll find
Of the earth or on the ground or in the sea or in your mind
and as your good friend Orwell said
"don't let yourself their lies be fed," be well versed
and be well learned and you will never be mislead
Track Name: Fair Weather
I think I draw the line at leaders thinking we are blind
to them sticking their mighty hands in our lives every way they can
They taint our water and our food, tell us it all safe to consume
Capital gains, Commercialize are words I'm growing to despise.

So when you pull a fast one at least look me in the eye
Cause you know that we both blink when we all say hang em' high

I think I'll put an end to phony fake fair weather friends
who only seem to wanna stay when all the shit's going our way.
You say that you wanna help all the while you put me on a shelf
How dare me? Why should I include problems that aren't problems to you?

So when you pull a fast one at least look me in the eye
Cause you know that we both blink when we all say hang em' high
Track Name: That's One Smart Mouse
Let you know what I think about tomorrow
Let you know what I think about anything
Hope you know when I scream I scream sorrow
Hope you know that I meant everything

Let you know what I think about today
Let you know that I think that we sketched our own fate
Let you know how I don't care every time they say that we don't know
We don't know.

We never know
What goes on
Till the time comes
Then it's too late.

Did you know that I don't care every time they say that we don't know?
Cause we know
Track Name: Lights
You've got lights in your eyes
I've got bags under mine
like my life's been resigned to waiting for a sign.
Living a quiet life on a floor that's not mine
I go from place to place somewhat aimless and blind.

I wonder if I will have my time to shine
if I ever get up well then maybe I'll find
that life is just trials and errors
and I'm somewhere in between
and maybe it’s time to go.

I feel as though I have been this way before
not being noticed but not being ignored
not willingly humble not willing to whore myself
to all your friends who just simply adore the idea of someone who just doesn't care
about what you may think
although I should be fair I take pleasure out
of hateful looks and stares,
And as I speak my mind you think maybe it's time to go.

I know that now's no time to be saving face
And I don't give a fuck if you are or aren't phased
My lights have gone dim and the sun hides in the haze
and instead of spend time here I think I would rather just go
I think I would rather die.
Track Name: Revolution Song (No Thanks version)
I've spent my entire life with talk of revolution
And I've seen people who get caught up so deep in their confusion
Oh I've seen people who pray to god and they worship politicians
But what does it all mean?
What does it all mean?

They're gonna make the call they always do, they always do
Oh our dear citizens, it’s all on you, it’s all on you
We calculate the score and now it's time to go to war don't fight
this was never your choice to make

I've spent my entire life with talk of revolution
And I've seen people who get caught up so deep in their confusion
Oh I've seen people who pray to god and they worship politicians
But what does it all mean?
What does it all mean?
When they say

It's time to storm those foreign beaches.
We'll say "Die for your words? WE REFUSE."
Cause we know politics are for scum and leeches
and we will die for only what we choose.

I've spent my entire life with talk of revolution
And I've seen people who get caught up so deep in their confusion
Well I've seen people who pray to god and they worship politicians
But what does it all mean?
What does it all mean?
When they say go