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Good People

by Not Half Bad

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1.
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.
2.
Thin Crust 02:29
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
3.
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.
4.
Phil Collins 02:10
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.
5.
Bad Cliches 03:13
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.
6.
Newports 03:01
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.
7.
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.
8.
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.
9.
Basements 02:57
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
10.
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.
11.
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.
12.
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.
13.
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

credits

released April 2, 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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