Mom says I make her proud

You see me now with a skip in my step

I am me and I knock down

buildings.

I’m more intense than planes flying through city skylines

my words will touch millions through this stupid facebook timeline

Rapping is easy, passion is earned,

anybody can pay their way to the top

that is all that I have learned

Real talent burns under the industries shadow

half the fucker’s in these buildings

can’t spell and smack hoes

so with no morals, no rejection and no boundaries

I’ll act upon your mistakes until one of you assholes have found me

time me at this point and measure my success

and fuck fifth ave by the way, our parties are the best.

…..

I’ll show u the rest in person, this will be taken down after the next couple of days

Just kidding.

On some real shit, I have two works, one of which I am not releasing any further information about with Tictax, Era Redux and Franklin Bean, and the other is my completely solo project.

IamGiant.

IamGiant is my self produced, self released first full length which will be available for free and for sale, so everybody wins…well…not really me…but YOU WIN and that’s cool.

Daylynn Richards and I will be putting our minds together on a video release.

There is no set date on the release of this album except for that it’s 2012.

Here is the first single featuring Dakota Bybee, my fifteen year old sister.

-Cheers

Brig Brother(Feat. Dakota Bybee) by Mike "Details" Detelj

With that said, I will be starting a series of mixtapes to put out while waiting on completion of the next LP, all featuring multiple artists on top of self produced mixes.

AND with THAT said….here is the first track of my own;

“Hypochondriac”

Mouse trap in mouth with a tongue inside dying

I look like I’m giving up, still I keep trying

Lying for hours wide eyed and curious

as to what might be wrong

My problems are serious

hypochondriac speaking in riddles

my sadness comes in levels greater than fiddles

of the saddest size in nature

Rivers are cried

emotions so little

libido dry

suicide

in sexual danger

anxiety high and mighty inside me

I’m fighting get back to writing

and riding through biting teeth and nails on my back now

Gotta back down, fix the head in me

Gotta get ahead and in an empty seat

of a movie theatre

watching a movie alone, with no phone

no connection, no home

just me, the art and a silent state of depression

You think you can fix me?

I don’t find you impressive.

I don’t think you were meant for me

But I think too much

I think too much about problems so small

stressed the fuck out, ignoring friends calls

I’m trying; that’s what I can say

I’m sorry I don’t want to fuck today

In a happy place with four wall , some keys and a beer

Look at me; my skin is so clear

transparent in pose; exposé near

finished completion of deletion of files

therapists calling

and I’m walking a few miles

away from everything I’ve known to a shack in the woods

Maybe I should try to do me some good

hit the books

Maybe I should try to go to school again

And meet new people

Why? To drop out in boredom

with a bill I might pay never equal

to what I might pay in my life’s expense

I don’t think I’ll live that long

my friends

I’ve got a few problems in the head I’m blessed with

One of them leads to another thus why I’m disconnected

VOICES

I guess I have some problems that lay deep inside of me

I have my fathers blood and mother’s anxiety

It feels like sometimes I really am dying

The way my body likes to give up on me

keeps me from trying

I’m sick of the excuses, there’s none to be said

I’m not happy and sometimes I do wish I was dead

But that’s a thought

’cause life’s a bitch mocking me

If I were normal

I’d have bitch always on top of me

But I’m not, and nor am I different from any of you

I’m just a man proud of existing

with what I do

to be here is a miracle and I realize this

I just wish some of you people out there did

I have one goal and a dream to spread with my love

Make it to the top so I can spill my guts

to let everyone of you people taste my emotion

every ounce of me is with this; that is devotion

But there in lies the problem once again

Not caring for myself is more than a trend

it’s a habit

And I’m addicted to comfort

I’m not normal ’cause I won’t fuck ’till I really love her

I won’t fight without a shove first, don’t mind last place

Sometimes I’m a mess and get too shitfaced

Out for night

Wake on the ground

If I am always lost

when will I be found?

This is going to be a fifteen track CD with a release set for the end of 1st quarter 2012.

Check back for more info, but check out Era and Tictax right Here:

Latest tracks by TiCTaX

Latest tracks by Era REdux

and check out Mandrake Mechanism’s fan page, too!

http://www.facebook.com/MandrakeMechanism

It’s available at his Soundcloud, Facebook Page, and Bandcamp with the use of your email for access.

Details- "Closet Cleaners LP" by Mike "Details" Detelj

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Details/315404958486330

Album art by Daylynn Richards

http://daylynnrichards.com/art/home.html

Tracklist:

1. This Generation(Prod. by Dallas Lewis)

2. Mouthwash(Prod. by Tictax)

3. Stairs In The Back(Feat. Klokwize)

4. Semi-Wilted Flower; In Love With An Addict(Prod. Tictax)

5. Townie(Feat. Franklin Bean)

6. Defeatism(Prod. by Tictax)

7. Visions(Prod. by Tictax)

8. Truth Is…(Feat. Dakota Bybee)

9. I’m Only Human(Prod. by Era Redux)

10. Lights Out, Letters Down(Feat. Dakota Bybee)

11.  She Loves Me(Feat. Painters and Poets)

12. 11/29/2010(Prod. by Tictax)

13. Flying Through Fall(Prod. by Dom Mclennon)

14. Maggie(Prod. by Franklin Bean)

15. Get Her Dusted(Prod. by Era Redux)

This is the album tracklist and album art for Details’s First LP Titled “Closet Cleaners”

The Cd Features many producers and a few guest artists including Era Redux, Painters and Poets(Details, Tictax, Otter), Franklin Bean, Klokwize, fifteen year old Dakota Bybee, Dom Mclennon and Dallas Lewis from indie rock/hiphop group The Evening News.

This album will be free for it’s release which is due mid November and will be followed with release shows still to be dated and placed along with the filming and release of the single and final track, “Get Her Dusted.”

Details is a CT based artist, having played extensively throughout New York and and Connecticut.

MUSIC VIDEO SHOOT*

The shooting for “Get Her Dusted” will be on November 29th and will be shot in Collinsville at St. Patricks Church. All details on the video shoot are subject to change should something go wrong.

Special thanks to Edwin Escobar and Escobar Films, all producers, Nicholas Duffy, Alyssa Catania, Gabriella Catania, Kristin Masciarelli, Garret Kulik, Gene Knelev, Otter Mozzicato, Klokwize, Era Redux, 456 Movement, New York City and Connecticut. Very special thanks to sister Dakota Bybee for finding a voice and Daylynn Richards for the incredible art. And to the rest of the family, thank you very much.

Check back for more details as time continues.

-Details

What else can this place keep giving? Living isn’t hard when hitting

brick walls

twice a week

brick walls

spell defeat

back to the bottom where the bottle goes empty

back to the person where the writing is lefty.

Send me

an angel in form where halo she wears is made of thorns in scorn

reborn and torn

leave me here inside this storm

but give me a hand to hold until the leaves all fall and cold

comes

crashing in with the winters snow and our moral sins.

Begin

right here again one year later

loss of friends

and family

can’t stand to see

any little thing defeat the beast in me

easily

forgot who you were

forgot it all like I used to words.

Word.

I feel it calling.

I feel I’m falling

far away from what I once was

now so stuck with these drugs.

I see the reflection

I see skin complexion

reflexes taught and tendons slowly stretching

I’m betting

regretting all my losses

figure out their causes

go back to the main frame

bring to front then pause it.

and I’m breathing now. Breathing how?

Toking spirits in these clouds

so peaceful, wow.

Never thought I’d feel like this.

Kiss me.

Give me life; I’ll where your words

if you wear my eyes. Smile.

We’re across the ocean

What is it the world can show me?

Can it show me how to flow free?

Can it keep me warm and lonely?

Can it bring me back to home

I don’t know where we’ll be in the next few years.

I’ll never come back the same

I’ll never come back to this place

So filled with losers inside

I’m losing my mind

lacking the taste

no matter

no ladder to climb

and vines divine

get tangled

with angels

and mangle yourself

inside of the principle

all lacking yelps

but the bitch that you are

reflects something else

so look at me

I’m somethin, yeah

on another level

So look at me

I’m somebody like

a little rebel

deep down inside the skin

he was given

as a kid

No this is not a happy place

This is somewhere I have been

So where will I be in in the next five years

that’s what you’re asking

Well I’ll tell you what

I’m getting plastered

My point is angels don’t exist

life is cluttered with distractions

most of us too lost inside the fall

to pay to our own actions

so grab a couple napkins

wipe your cheeks on the way down

we’re flying through this fall

until the snow has hit the ground

and we’ve made it, yeah

that’s what we’ll keep sayin

now burn the tree and pass to me

I guess that we’ll keep playin

’till the next year comes

and leaves us fucking clueless

Let’s leave them speechless as to how we even do this.

What is it the world can show me?

Can it show me how to flow free?

Can it keep me warm and lonely?

Can it bring me back to home

I don’t know where we’ll be in the next few years.

Listening to the whisper of the world

with no money in my pockets

but I got the perfect girl

at my left looking so fresh

in that blue, black and white

we looking our best.

But come on

this place can’t be real

they even have those colored drinks with those orange peels

and I’m sippin them down while we slippin around on the

eastern starboard of this shit we just found

and i’m happy now

if just for a second

I’m gonna savor this moment

never lose or disconnect it

So I touch the sky

and it wraps it’s arms around me

grounding any sense of loss in vision

no more ropes to bind me

blindly flying

highest point achieved

at maximum level

and we did it all by being kids at heart

and growing to be rebels

I

grab hold the moment and hold it the closest

opening the pores of it

yeah

I’m begging for some more of this

Give me a dream

give me something to say

Give me some more and

get the fuck out my way

It’s takes a dream to build a winner

but a mind to build the dream

It seems I have both of these

so I’m everything you need…

But seriously

I don’t think anyone can stop me

there’s no toppling the towers

no ideas inside are sloppy

but back to the beach

with all my idols on the sand

not one girl

but one for every finger on my hand

That’s my plan for the life lived upon this world

rocking stages with faces

in front of all these girls

with my boys in the back hyping me up

unless their incapacitated or just getting fucked.

That’s the life one day we’ll be living

keep backing me up

and you’ll see what I’ll be giving

Give me a dream

give me something to say

Give me some more and

get the fuck out my way

never the same

you lied to me

thought our love was a game

I gave you my heart with a hand to hold

and you left me by summer

now the weather’s getting cold

and these shitty streets carry city dreams

while the gutters maybe carry bigger things

and my, hand now healed

reminds me of you

and the last of the days

you put me through

It was suicide, or the approaching of

I couldn’t handle your deception behind the hugs

the rugs carry stains

of wine and blood

screams and sex

And thoughts of us

and then it’s over

in the blink of an eye

it must have been the alcohol

you didn’t even cry or try

to be anything even remotely human

I’m still here wondering what I’m doing

gone forever

I’m hoping one day

you’ll just read my letters

maybe come back to play

but it’s over

and everybody knows this

I’m stuck inside of my own psychosis

So where’d you go, what are you doing

I heard there’s a razor with a line

and it’s moving across the table

maybe across your wrist

no that was phase

so add me to the list

of substances that fuck you up

I’m just an excuse to run back to drugs

It’s hard to sleep

You’re in all my dreams

an infection

meningitis ripping the seams

of reality

stuck with you

I’m an infant never knowing

what’s next to do

you the mannequin

barely can stand again

bet you block out thoughts

of ever holding hands again

Hold me dearly

Inside of your brain

Pretend you hear me through the hurricanes rain

and be insane inside

rotting with pain and die

never come back to me

unless you learned to fly

my little pilot

gone forever

I’m hoping one day

you’ll just read my letters

maybe come back to play

but it’s over

and everybody knows this

I’m stuck inside of my own psychosis

I hope you realize what you did back then

you gave up on me

an honest true friend

I was only there for just one reason

to make dreams come true and watch you succeed

and it wasn’t enough

or wasn’t what you wanted

You said it’s hard to love me

and now my dreams haunted

I stand here ugly

someone come and touch me

and tell me she’s crazy

can someone please shove me

down on the ground and feed me the shit

I’ve been feeding myself since the beginning of it

It’s like I died

inside of the party on a night

where the ringleader decided to go ahead and light

the torch

to just let it burn

Now loves gone

I’m alone on a turn

Driving

alone on a silent night

driving

alone and stuck in fright

But it’s winter bound for me right now
I’ve done the things I can inside
Problem is there’s difference in this one-year-later
state of mind
and nightmares are my gasoline
keeping me alive, they seem
to carry such a potency
I cannot teach myself to breathe

So gas…gas me down then burn my body
I lay in bed for weeks until this body starts it’s rotting
I’m potting plants of the pedals picked and burning every letter
Clock me in the fucking head so maybe I’ll feel better

Maybe when I wake the face will disappear to nothing and the something that once was
will become imagery of loving
memories abandoned for baggies inside of hands
once held at soccer stands with plans of a future on demand.
But I’m wrong again and this time everything is just confusing. It’s love lost in silent getaways
and all these bodies oozing on the tables of a morgue, you’ve left me here so bored stabbing brains with
pitchforks and stupid selfish whores.

(Kill Me)

Now my caskets closed to wet cheeks and the sound of laughter
followed by a night of being boxed; everyone’s plastered
And Duff, knock ‘em dead if they’re out there talking shit
Only friends and family respect the things I did.
So fuck the world, I’ll be next to my father
Taking shots of gasoline where ever I cannot be bothered
or offered by the alters any form of salvation
Cutting lines on top of love letters in articulation
of a spiritual thought.
Deprived of deprivation.
In a constant high; mind is on vacation
but I’m dead now, remember, this heart is for the taking
it will get you to the end without truly ever breaking.
So take it
Shake it and listen to it’s rattle
it might be a little busted but it’s still down to battle
Wear it on your throat
Wrap it up in note
By the end of the life you’ve lived
you’ve learned to never choke.
No joke
lying down; I’m fecal as an answer
Dead and quiet now; most likely from the cancer
you left for me.
Now beg for me
as If mercy is ever pleasing
just taste the thought I was never a the man worth leaving

Maybe if I wake
My body won’t be here
Maybe at my wake
I’ll taste your every tear
in fear of falling back in love
in falling back to us
When push comes to shove
You’ve crushed me down to dust