Catch the Break

by Catch the Break

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released October 4, 2014

Produced by Kevin Kumetz and Catch the Break
Mixed and mastered by Kevin Kumetz at Barbershop Studios
Engineered by Jimi Alan at Rockslide Studios
Artwork and layout by Sean Cowie

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Catch the Break Andover Township, New Jersey

Catch the Break is a four piece pop-punk band from Andover, NJ created in January 2013 that's focused on giving fans the tastiest poppunk jams to get down to. For booking inquiries please contact us at catchthebreaknj@gmail.com. Our Hot Fire Mixtape will be released soon, so stay tuned!! ... more

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Track Name: Culo Sucio
I sent a postcard knowing,
It wouldn’t get far before returning with the mail man.
I’d send another but I will not even bother,
Because I know that one won’t get read.

And I’ve grown tired of liars and I feel like I should go
Inspire the people that left me to figure out their independence,
Cuz they’re acting reckless and this lifestyle’s bound to end.

I’m sure you’d notice if I were someone important enough,
For you to still call a friend.
Now it seems pointless for me to try to enjoy this,
Because I know you’re not listening.

How I’ve grown tired of liars and I feel like I should go
Inspire the people that left me to figure out their independence,
Cuz they’re acting reckless and this lifestyle’s bound to end.

I sent a postcard knowing, I’m trying too hard for this.
Track Name: Daddy
Seems you’re not coming home tonight.
You’ve got way more important things to do,
Than sit around and argue, talk out what it’s like to be you.
Telling me what I can and can’t do, as if I would listen to you.

Who says that to be a loving father,
You have to be the perfect child and act like a sheep.
We know that it’s no longer the fifties, and I don’t care if I’m on top or underneath.

I’m not trying to scare you,
I’m just trying to show you,
What I think.

Daddy’s not coming home tonight.
He’s got way more important things to do,
Than sit around and argue, talk out what it’s like to be you.
Telling me what I can and can’t do, as if I would listen to you.

Who says that to be a loving father,
You have to be the perfect child and act like a sheep.
We know that it’s no longer the fifties, and I don’t care if I’m on top or underneath.

I’m not trying to scare you,
I’m just trying to show you,
What I think.

What’s the weather like in London now?
I guess it’s much better than here.
What are the people like it Stuttgart now,
I guess they’re much better than here.
Track Name: It's Okay if Michael Phelps Does it
Hoping that you’ll listen but we all know that you won’t
It’s way too crowded here don’t make a scene my dear
I’m listening to what you say how you won’t look the other way
My time has come it’s time to pay up for what I’ve caused
I’m in too deep your pushing down on me
For some reason I don’t care

Hold me back before I do something you won’t like
These chains can’t hold me back much longer
I know I appear to be something you may like
I may be quite amusing but I turn into a monster, monster
You’ll see me turn into a monster, monster
You’d better run

Reaching out to grab you I can’t stop myself at all
If I could silence you then there would be no dues
Left for me and I would be free looking past this catastrophe
(Why can’t I get it?) Abandoning my own family
So I can get out alive and I would make it fine
And I’d start looking for number 3

Hold me back before I do something you won’t like
These chains can’t hold me back much longer
I know I appear to be something you may like
I may be quite amusing but I turn into a monster, monster
You’ll see me turn into a monster, monster
You’d better run

Hold me back girl don’t let me in this time
I don’t wanna win I don’t wanna fight
(Why can’t I get it?)
You’ll see me turn into a monster, monster
Track Name: Before and After
Cherish everything I’ve ever said, so that you won’t be startled.
Challenge it just enough to bring you back, then maybe you’ll be back tomorrow.

My idea of opening up is kept safe and sound,
Tucked behind all of my feelings of loss and doubt,
And it may take time but I’m sure I’ll learn to deal,
With my mistrust and my grief.
Now I’ve got to guard myself cuz people aren’t always what they seem.

Well I must obey.

She called it, our last shot, despite all the bruises and old sores.
But I screamed not this time,
I doubt there’s still something to fight for.

Well I must obey.
Track Name: Space Mountain
I left my body on that street, cuz that’s where I’d rather be.
Unguarded unrelentless when disappointment meant nothing to us,
We spent our best days in cars and stations going where we wanted,
Cuz that’s where I’d rather be.

That’s where I’d rather be.

I left my head up in the clouds, that way I’m safe and sound.
My thoughts have come to nestle like your head upon my shoulder,
We spent our best nights contemplating and dreaming of what we wanted.
Cuz that’s where I’d rather be.

That’s where I’d rather be.
Track Name: Cock Means Chorus
I can’t try anymore my friends swear you’re a whore,
And you must love knowing that I will never win,
And there is nothing you can do or say to get through to me,
We’ve been scratching at the surface there’s nothing beneath.

I swear I’d kill you if I found I had the balls,
For now I’ll ignore your messages and not return your calls.
These palms are bleeding from hanging on for too long.
This vicious cycle I fell into spins me on and on and on and on.
On and on and on.
On and on and on.
On and on and on.

I swam to save you drowning in your alcohol,
You left me treading water another night to take the fall,
And you stay on my mind when you don’t even try,
And you still find ways to go disappoint me.

I swear I’d kill you if I found I had the balls,
For now I’ll ignore your messages and not return your calls.
These palms are bleeding from hanging on for too long.
This vicious cycle I fell into spins me on and on and on and on.
On and on and on.
On and on and on.
On and on and on.

I wanna rage on paper at the same time save her,
Breaking it down restarting day by day,
So let’s just cut the shit, be real with all of it.
Is this the end of just a new beginning?