Become Good

by Oscar Bait

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We would like to thank our friends, family and Zack's loop pedal.

Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas.

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released December 10, 2016

All music by Oscar Bait. Lyrics by Jim Coleman Howes. Recorded and engineered by Dan Tinkler and Eddy Rodriguez at Atlas Studios (Chicago, IL). Mixed and mastered by J.C. Griffin at Lakebottom Recording House (Toledo, OH).

All music written by Oscar Bait
Coleman Howes
Zack Porach
Brandon Runyon
Nic Campa

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Track Name: Them The Miller Lites
Watching as they come in droves
with watches, chains and papers too,
saving big grace for the credits;
they'll need some blankets where they're due.

Warm them up and send them cards,
drinking, fucking up, the whole nine yards.
Giving in for the last time, it's true;
promises give simple cues.

And I promise I became good too.

The crashing, the grazing, the stepping out.
All types of faith are killing doubt.

All your hands are tied today
but you've got all the hundred great escapes.
You're always God, you're always honest too.

All your hands are tied today
but you've got all the hundred great escapes.
You're serious about the things you do.

The tearing, the sharing, the leaving now.
You said to call, we called you out.

Watching as they come in droves
with watches, chains and papers too,
saving big grace for the credits;
they need some blankets, who knows when?

All your hands are tied today
but you've got all the hundred great escapes.
You're always God, you're always honest too.

All your hands are tied today
but you've got all the hundred great escapes.
You're serious about the things you do.
Track Name: FanDuel
Buried pocket watches
for a pastime when you thought were renewed.
Now they're used up surely and you can't deny you need a few

minutes or minds to sift through,
and mostly trapdoors to slip through.
Away and out, they'll find you.
Beyond any doubt, remind you.

Built the big sand fortress
on the beach at Normandy at noon.
Minnesota, France, Detroit.
Everything will look this conquered soon.

Buried a cashwallet
on a lark, once, when I thought I had it all.
Now it’s used up surely and I can’t do pride before the fall.

Another trapdoor to slip through
and even more lines to read through.
The cards you played beforehand,
you laughed as they sat in your hand.

Built the big sand fortress
on the beach at Normandy at noon.
Minnesota, France, Detroit.
Everything will look this conquered soon.
Everything will look this conquered soon.
Track Name: Colt Coffee
Count me in today.
I’m counting sheep and making hay.
Never mind the haze.
I’m in my mind for the breakaway.

Model me in steps
with all the promises I kept.
Mostly aiming high
or lowering approaching skies.

Make me up in time,
centered in my mind with exit lines.
I’m centered in my mind with exit lines.

1, 2, 3, 4
Slowing down the room.
One of us will be there soon.
I think it’s time to crawl
and let you see the buildings fall.

And if we do arrive,
we’ll finish our days in due time
with coffee in our eyes;
an early evening in disguise.

It’s 8:00 and I’m already tired.
Need liquid courage one more time.

The dragging of my eyes
in step with the slow drone of exit lines,
in step with the slow drone of exit lines,
in step with the slow drone of exit lines.
Track Name: Tebow
I'm looking for a house for all these thoughts to live in.
Clown car my mind, clown shoes my way of life, you are forgiven
for getting there while the getting there was good and easy.
I'm thirsty, wine sponge in my mouth, old stupid ground beneath me.

I'm gonna write another stupid goddamn fucking song about
losing faith when I was young as if I'm any different.
We all think we're special when our hearts are tired
And no one gives a single shit about how hard you tried.

New day ahead, new set of fears, same set of fears too.
Another book of misheard broken dams I try to read through.
It's real heavy when you show me you've got answers.
I got your clue, man, I know you're strong, that's for damn sure.

I'm writing this one down, I just can't say it.
It'll be on your doorstep and I'll never know you read it.

I can’t believe these prices.
I can’t believe these prices.
I can’t believe these prices.
I can’t believe these prices.

I'm writing this one down, I just can't say it.
It'll be on your doorstep and I'll never know you read it.

I'm writing this one down, I just can't say it.
It'll be on your doorstep and I'll never know you read it.
Track Name: The Ballad of El Cheffe
Time-tested,
I’ve got axes to grind,
I’ve got vows to break.
Got my face in the sink, my mind on the blink.

Time travel,
I’m talking to you.
Need you to shepherd me through
and tell me your kind of truth, it’s always that good truth.

Afterburners
burning me out,
letting me down
the slowest they can.

They surrender.
Gravity kills.
Entropy’s in
and it’s gonna win.

Lift off and live again,
soldier of wholesome.
They look so stupid when
they think you’re lonesome.

I gave me shelter when
I saw myself fall
down that rusty hole
in someday's basement.

Lift off and live again,
soldier of wholesome.
Track Name: Encino Man 2013
You brought me out here
to kill a year and talk
about laws and things and what you think and what to drink alone.

Next day, woke up early,
could have used some coffee.
I had bricks in my head, late night talks had wrecking balled my blood.

It's 8:13, I can't stand up, I'm all alone.
I need more movies I can watch when I'm alone.

There's a crater in your chair, I'm sinking in.
It hurts to laugh, my eyes are sore; it's Sunday, man.

In another week I’ll probably think about giving in.

An older friend is
having a bad time
with things you taught her her long ago or not so long ago.

She's not Jimi Hendrix;
she's only 23.
I'm watching Brendan Fraser talk to me.
Track Name: Juan
Leaned in to hear some disappointing words,
another hammer that was better left unsaid.
Told you a fuckin’ thousand times to run,
gave you another million words to read.

To think you were a thousand miles away
when I thought you were a couple hundred feet
down the street; I called a hundred times to say:
“You know you have every right to leave."

Cut your ties.
You have my blessing, or so it seems.
And you can curse my name;
I made the bet so that you could see.
I watched it all;
I went outside to pass the time.
You came out worse;
we found all the baggage at your side.

To think you were a thousand miles away
when I thought you were a couple hundred feet
down the street; I called a hundred times to say:
“You know you have every right to leave."
Track Name: Habla Buena
Throw me a milestone.
Looking at me down the alleyway.
You’ve got time, though, to sleep off all the other days.

We spent the last sense paying the prices
we were told to pay to buy us some nice things.
This shouldn't kill you, I saw you smiling
when you were okay and said the right things.

We spent the last sense paying the prices
we were told to pay to buy us some nice things.
This shouldn't kill you, I saw you smiling
when you were okay and said the right things.

They're taking stock of the heads that roll,
mistaking debts you’ve paid in full
for better fights left unresolved
and critics seeing through it all.

This shouldn't kill you.
I saw you smiling
when you were okay
and said the right things.
Track Name: Fuck James
1913, 2003.
What a state of mind, what a place to be.
Let the sons of bitches come.
Go east go east, the heat is on.

The dam has now broken.
The dam has now broken.
The dam has not broken.
The dam has now broken.

1987, 2004.
A new beginning, a better door.
Heartland aches for simpler songs.
White cans, backyard football, where we belong.

The dam has now broken.
The dam has now broken.
The dam has not broken.
The dam has now broken.
The dam has now broken.
The dam has now broken.
The dam has not broken.
The dam has now broken.
Track Name: VRM
Yeah.
At first I was kind of scared
but then again, I wasn’t scared
I’ll become good in a couple years,
I only wish you’d meet me there.

An hour feels like a century,
not long to drive with restless feet.
You're going there to see home runs,
I’m gonna try to be at peace.

Been looking out the same window
23 winters and now the grass grows.
We wash our hands, we eat and pray;
It’s church for us, it’s 2-a-days.

Last supper style, we’re living saints.
And sometimes things just disappear,
but the style remains.

There’s a place for us, you know
Get up, let’s go
There’s a place for us, you know
Get up, let’s go
There’s a place for us, you know
Get up, let’s go
There’s a place for us, you know

I’ll become good in a couple years,
I’ll become good in a couple years,
I’ll become good in a couple years,
I only wish you’d meet me there.

I’ll become good in a couple years,
I’ll become good in a couple years,
I’ll become good in a couple years,
I only wish you’d meet me there.