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released 03 February 2010

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Sketch tha Cataclysm is a Hip-Hop musician born and raised in Waterbury, CT that has performed in other genres: art rock, ... more dub/reggae, and experimental electronic music. To this date, he has released 11 different projects as well a number of mixtapes. His new project is his second full length hip-hop LP, the ode to the touring MC lifestyle known as Indie Rappers Do It For Gas Money. less

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Track Name: Furor Poeticus
Verse 1:
He wants to feel breath, needs to feel alive
A constant struggle daily 'tween the hours 9 and 5
somewhere along the line the dreams seem to take a dive
the seeds, reamed and raked aside, to feed needs in place of time
spent being happy, fueling the desire
no foreign hand to come and place the wood upon the fire
but still he's seeking lighters from the time that he was hired
detriments are seen inside the benefits that he's acquired
He used to want to act and did a couple plays
felt the sunshine for moments just to run away
sometimes a song'll play that takes him back to stronger days
filled with ambition and a drive he doesn't feel at all today
but now he's clocking in and weekly gets a check
the 401k; two weeks paid for him to rest
a shouting boss and the threat of termination, debts
competing on his desk upsets the feeling he would get hes left
to beat and feed his stress, keep on pushing on his need of breath
. . . It's never there when you need it

Chorus:
This is for all those swimmers of the mind
looking for that hand to push the drive and lay the doubts beneath
Standing with palms out screaming at the skies
with their cry. . . let it out for me. . . let it out for me. . .
This is for the once touched in the pines
waiting for that shine to break through the lines, lay the doubts beneath
those of tattered hopes pleading with the skies
why don't you let it out for me. . . let it out for me. . .

Verse 2:
She wants to feel the breath, he left her feeling broken
and if he didn't he'd a come back to bust her open
A burdened hand is worth two years of searching feeling hopeless
when that hand is holding several children up and keeps them going
but still she's in her twenties, and looking for another
but carries fears that every other sees her as a mother
and trust she doesn't want them if they can't accept her children
not to step father but not scared and running from the building
and out of those that's willing, she doesn't really feel em
sorry kid you're not impressive, emptiness revealing
shallow callers never turned her head, her ex's dealings
got her thinking twice til the emotion matches up with feelings
cause she remembers love and she remembers touch
and ponders happiness and being at the brink of such
its what she's thinking of, when seeing couples linking up
and meeting people in the clubs on ladies night, she's drinking up
and dancing with her friends but doesn't really want keep it up
she wants to feel that breath. . .

Chorus:
This is for all those swimmers of the mind
looking for that hand to push the drive and lay the doubts beneath
Standing with palms out screaming at the skies
with their cry. . . let it out for me. . . let it out for me. . .
This is for the once touched in the pines
waiting for that shine to break through the lines, lay the doubts beneath
those of tattered hopes pleading with the skies
why don't you let it out for me. . . let it out for me. . .

Verse 3:
I want to feel the breath, rest in the heat and just
jest my former dress; a mess of what I needed less
Next address the less-ons learned at my behest
pen pressed, nested in a moleskin, chest opened
breast exposed, stretched, sketch my heart into the moment
less focused doting quest to best my own potions
just turn this hopeless mess into a hoping less
just to make something more precious from yo check it
I want to feel the push, I want to feel the rain
I want to feel the real me pumping through my veins
flowing through the pipes with life caught within the drains
write about the fight about the write using what remains
and try to love the stains, appreciate the fall
and find a cloaking metaphor just to paint it all
take that weighted ball and roll it til the day is gone
play it like its safe to draw dress it up and take it off
venting til the wake is lost pen it til the stakes are gone
I want to feel the breath. . . need to feel the breath
Track Name: Flat Tire - Piece 1
Verse 1:
The truth surprised me, snuffed in the eye three times, sprayed
the blood of attachment sideways, late one friday evening
leaving me lost, speeding, dreaming the highway
dazed for 20 minutes then I woke in her driveway
broken, sulking, drowning in thought, pounding the canvas
man this sucks, my planets crushed, I'm famished
damaged, bust the dam, i'm crying tears, mind flying the years
and there she is on the stairs trying her fears
She gets in the car, my minds racing
through our initial friendship, first date, and love making
exposed, naked, then I thought of how ill I felt
when she said if she "couldn't have me she'd kill herself"
and how that weighed on my mind, and the memories of
arguing, her mistrust and jealousy
the diving board's telling me "take a leap in the deep end"
I looked her in the eye, a single tear told her its over and she said. . .

"Why are you doing this to me? You gonna throw away everything we had?"
And I shook my head and i'm standing there, confused, wondering why she hadn't packed her bag, and she said
"What about our future? Damn boy. . . we had so much plans."
I said i'm thinking 'bout our future, thought we'd done enough damage
and decided I should take it in MY hands

Two and a half years of half cheer, fear, and half mildew
Its true. . . the one you feel the most will be the one to kill you
so i'm taking this drive, knowing that when I arrive,
it'll be our demise, goodbye to all that I despise
but sadly, goodbye to all that kept me alive though hard times
crying, i'm dying inside, but still driving 'cause I
know its our last day, exhausted our time
the girl that showed me a cafe, that taught me to fly
has to fly on her own, say goodbye to our home
'cause i'm tired of us crying i'd rather die on my own
lost trust in each other, lost our minds in the cold
i'm tired of going off too, a smile shouldn't cost you
I reach my destination, she arrived shortly after
I stand before her motionless to close our final chapter
common sense told me "take a leap in the deep end"
I looked her in the eye, a single tear told her its over and she said. . .

"Why are you doing this to me? You gonna throw away everything we had?"
And I shook my head and i'm standing there, confused, wondering why she hadn't packed her bag, and she said
"What about our future? Damn boy. . . we had so much plans."
I said i'm thinking 'bout our future, thought we'd done enough damage
and decided I should take it in MY hands

And so we have the last one, artsy
beautiful as fuck and the life of the party
we never had a beef, shit she'd never even start me
re-taught me how to smile, made me forget that a heart bleeds
lights candles at the right time, I spit she loves that shit
throws the drama out the window, and makes love to Slint
supports no matter what, alleviates my fears
paints a picture of our future and appreciates i'm weird
we met in a fairytale, she woke me with a kiss
flashed me a smile which broke me in its grip
right down to pieces, built me back stronger
with support beams that won't rust to make us last longer
but I get a funny feeling when she goes off alone
like i'm sick to my stomach when she talks on the phone
ignorance told me "take a leap in the deep end"
I looked her in the eye, a single tear told her its over and she said. . .

"Why are you doing this to me? You gonna throw away everything we had?"
And I shook my head and I said. . . I don't know. . . I don't know. . .

. . . I don't know. . .