Tough Talk

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