Good People

by Not Half Bad

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released 02 April 2013

Tracks 2 and 4 recorded during November 2012
Tracks 1, 3, and 5-13 recorded during February and March 2013

Matt Scifres - Guitars/Banjo/Lead Vocals
Chace Rowe - Guitars/Gang Vocals
Alexander P Weymier - Bass/Gang Vocals
Zakk Jackson - Drums/Gang Vocals

All songs recorded at Middle Coast Studios in Mesquite, TX
All songs tracked, mixed, and mastered by Dylan Russell

All songs 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, sticking it to the man, having a good time, calling out big brother, being progressive, remaining non-complacent, telling overly crude, bringing the turbulence, and playing too many shows. ... more

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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 ones that wear the ties and suits
Will send out fiends in riot boots
In hopes they'll send us running

So paint me black in 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 off telephones
And you will find that not even your ruthless armies
Can drag our bodies from our homes

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

And as the list grows more and more
Strewn all across the White House floor
you'll find that you've found yourself a handful

And 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
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
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

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

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