Written by Eva Lawitts
Guitar, Bass, Vocals- Eva Lawitts
Drums- Russell Holzman
Trumpet- Adam O'Farrill

Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Chris Krasnow
Recorded and Produced by Chris Krasnow and Eva Lawitts at Wonderpark Studios
Album Art by Alex Carlbon


No Conclusions, No Regard
Tough Talk sold to the faint of heart 
"I've been through enough this year"

Nothing starts and nothing ends
The way a grimace slowly bends 
until opposing loci sit near either ear

Shades pulled on an endless day
Footsteps echo, walk away
There goes the thing you can't get back

"I imagine sisyphus happy, but I see myself more as the rock"

There is detail worth forgetting stuck in every living thing
Memory is just another desperate kind of imagining
You turn slightly, whisper dryly
"No one knows you when you're drunk"
What does that mean? 
Fevers, day dreams, practiced speeches, treasured junk.

("it's all the same": shouldered blame and anhedonia, no one's fault.
too proud to cry. I get high, just juvenile brief respite.)


There is no start, there's no end
There is a circle drawn in sand
There's an eclipse: pain pride bliss
all in the lengthened shadow of one man

Tough Talk

Written by Eva Lawitts
Guitar, Bass, Vocals-Eva Lawitts
Drums- Russell Holzman

Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Chris Krasnow
Recorded and Produced by Chris Krasnow and Eva Lawitts at Wonderpark Studios
Album Art by Alex Carlbon


If it's the end, let me decide what's real and feel no consequence
Transform the truth in twisted bits of evidence 
You know me...

Close call, but it's not the end
It's just that closeness breeds contempt (so it seems)
so we draw a line in dampened sand
it's fine

It's a dead end
Put my weight to a chain fence and feel it bend 
Fall through a boundary unaware and make amends
You know me

Finite distance distance through the air
If someone knows, they seem to care
Is that all you want?

Well folks, nothing left to see
the knotted roots of ancient trees (all unwound)
and my feet feebly ground
If I fall- what sound?

Heed the call to expectation, it feels so human to get cut down
Pull the roots up, solve stagnation, it feels so freeing to topple to the ground

Close Call

Written by Eva Lawitts
Guitar, Bass, Vocals- Eva Lawitts
Drums- Russell Holzman

Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Chris Krasnow
Recorded and Produced by Chris Krasnow and Eva Lawitts at Wonderpark Studios
Album Art by Alex Carlbon


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And then from perfect stillness the silhouette of a hand curls it's finger and draws me in

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it's been a long time coming, years spent stuck in a trance. Am I still funny? Watch me dance.

Same Mistakes

Written by Eva Lawitts
Guitar, Bass, Vocals- Eva Lawitts
Drums- Russell Holzman
Trumpet- Adam O'Farrill

Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Chris Krasnow
Recorded and Produced by Chris Krasnow and Eva Lawitts at Wonderpark Studios
Album Art by Alex Carlbon

Torn from the grey bliss of sleep
Clean yourself up, change the sheets
Pale light that rests on the wall, watch it rise and fall

Shadow that's cast by a crowd- try and remove all doubt
The same useless thoughts that 
repeat and decay like footsteps that walk away

Building a cage out of glass- picture frames mirrors and crass lies
Seems paradoxical how I'm much happier now

Shadow that lengthens my stride, and nowhere left to hide
The same empty words that
repeat and decay like distance between the days

Planetary

Written by Eva Lawitts
Guitar, Bass, Vocals- Eva Lawitts
Drums- Russell Holzman

Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Chris Krasnow
Recorded and Produced by Chris Krasnow and Eva Lawitts at Wonderpark Studios
Album Art by Alex Carlbon

One of those funny things I say: "I haven't left my bed for days"
trading tall tales with my demons, squint to see them through the haze

It's kept me thinking twice- taking the advice of voices in the distance, unaware of what the problem is
I've been playing nice
And I've been picking fights with myself in the mirror and singing songs of praise cuz every time I win

"Every day's the same, that's fine I don't mind being bored alone"
What I mind's the moments frozen, the mistakes made and etched in stone

The sun creeps through the yard
I'm letting down my guard, the rhetoric I had rehearsed comes out in bursts when I get scared
I'm glad I came inside. The world is open wide and at it's mercy here I stand with clammy hands and greying hairs.

And Grief:
Grief is knowing.
Grief is knowing what you're capable of.

And Love:
Love's the answer.
Love's the answer to a question no one asked.

And time's unfolding.
Time's unfolding everything I put in order in the past.

But I've got answers, strained and frantic, to a question no one asked.

Good Answer

Music and Lyrics by Eva Lawitts
Trumpet Arrangement by Adam O'Farrill

Eva Lawitts- Vocals, Electric Bass
Chris Krasnow- Guitar
Adam O’Farrill- Trumpet 
Russell Holzman- Drums

Produced by Eva Lawitts

 Recorded by Chris Krasnow and Eva Lawitts at Wonderpark Studios, as well as at home in Brooklyn and Greenport, NY 

Mixed and Mastered by Chris Krasnow

Album Art by Carly Goodspeed

Painted Smile

All Songs and Music written by Eva Lawitts 
Except horn arrangements on Painted Smile and Mark Twain by Adam O’Farrill

 Produced by Eva Lawitts 

Recorded by Chris Krasnow and Eva Lawitts at Wonderpark Studios, as well as at home in Brooklyn and Greenport, NY 

Mixed and Mastered by Chris Krasnow   

Eva Lawitts- Vocals, Electric and Upright Bass, Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar, All Instruments on tracks 1 and 9 
Chris Krasnow- Guitar, Vocals, Drums on Tracks 3,5 
Adam O’Farrill- Trumpet 
Zane West- Drums on Tracks 4, 8, 10 and 11, Vocals on tracks 2 and 8 Russell Holzman- Drums on Tracks 2, 7, 12 
Ethan Meyer- Drums on Tracks 3,5 
Eli Greenhoe- Vocals on tracks 2, 8 
Zack O’Brien- Vocals on Track 2

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