Who Do I Talk To?

Raíces

Abarcando

Dyer Ave (scratch vox)

Dyer Avenue

I Fall In Love Too Easily – Chet Baker (cover)

written and produced by Evan Crommett
album art by Hannah Bailey & Aleah Black

Boys & Girls in Hell's Kitchen

Written & produced by Evan Crommett
Mix & master by Evan Crommett & JJ Warshaw
Backing vocals: Isabel Alvarez & Yael Reich 
Bass: Andrew Feyer
Cajón: JJ Warshaw 
Album Art by Aleah Black

I was so gentle 
as a boy
drove me mental
all the noise:
“thicken up your skin and harden up those bones
it’s time for you to be large and loud and cold”

hold up high your boulder
you are getting older
now’s the time for you to feel
the ice inside your shoulders

stiffen up now, soldier!
you must be a bolder 
version of you 
wherever you enter, don’t you let them catch ya
bein tender


all around me
they wear they kindness like 
an ill-fitting cardigan
now this again 
another nice guy
but he makes your blood curdle
inside his mind there’s the same damn voice
from the car commercial:

hold up high your boulder
you are getting older
now’s the time for you to feel
the ice inside your shoulders

stiffen up now, soldier!
you must be a bolder 
version of you 
wherever you enter, don’t you let them catch ya
bein tender

Boulder

written by Evan Crommett
produced by Evan Crommett and JJ Warshaw
Album art by Aleah Black and Maria Polonetskaya


you’re at the age of feeling cursed by foresight 
 made your mistakes and sworn to not repeat 
Sealed in the comfort zone it’s a quiet life 
that’s a good grown-up, know that self control, and know to keep the peace 

all that said 
we’re pulling into 42nd 
Gotta get out; you wanna get nostalgic with me? oh yeah
can’t stand clear of the closure, adoringly 
lookinin at each other, knowing the history 
let’s let think this through 

If we do this 
we face the music 
Queensboro and Verrazano up in smoke 
Just ask Brutus 
Just ask Judas 
actions have consequences, 
didn’t ya know? 


we might get burned 
and have our friendship upturned 
and have our lessons to learn 
So I have my concerns 
all that said 

we’re pulling into 42nd 
Gotta get out; you wanna get nostalgic with me? oh yeah
can’t stand clear of the closure, adoringly 
lookinin at each other, knowing the history 
let’s let think this through 

And I don’t wanna lose a friend 
But I want this loneliness to end 
And when I’m lying solo at night 
knowing I’ve done right 
my morals and judgment can’t hold me tight

NostⒶlgic

Thin Mints

Craving...

They say what luck
You're coming up roses with no seeds,
No sun
Astonishing for just everyone
It's gotta be those fluffy clouds of fate
Raining down on your face

Wash away
All the thirst
All the late nights thinking I could burst
Into hurt
Like a flameless supernova churns
Just a blurb
And voice from nowhere:

Overnight select me, please
I'm gonna the next one to make them dream
I'm gonna pass it on down
That American sound

That you gotta believe
But they don't want to see you bleed
They don't want to see you bleed
They don't want to see you bleed

I trust in the toil
In the burning of the witching hour oil
But it's slow
And I look up to that bright florescent glow and
I know
It's so white hot I'll sweat right out my clothes
As I go
Then pretend I'm pure as Adam in the grove
Baby
No fig leaves, just a look that says, "who, me?"
(Crazy!)
I never thought I'd be something so free.
(Maybe!)
Hey mister don't you know they all love me!
God I'm so lucky
Yeah

Overnight select me, please
I'm gonna the next one to make them dream
I'm gonna pass it on down
That American sound

That you gotta believe
But they don't want to see you bleed
They don't want to see you bleed
They don't want to see you bleed

Overnight Select Me Please

Singer-songwriter and sound tinkerer
Hell's Kitchen, New York City

Evan Crommett

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