"A Chrissie Hynde meets Gwen Stefani post-punk/pop tune that dances over the edges of the modern rock precipice with a pop sensibility that's so strong it literally moves your feet for you. Lyjak is at her best here, projecting just the right amount of attitude and power-rock energy to accentuate her bigger-than-life voice." - Wildy's World
Written by Basia Lyjak and Kyle Riabko.
Basia Lyjak - vocals
Ron Bechard - guitars
Dave Carreiro - bass
Glenn Nash - drums
Brian Moncarz - production, engineering, mixing, recording
Mastering - Joao Carvalho
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The track features an all-star cast of creators: it was co-written with Kyle Riabko, recorded, produced and engineered by Brian Moncarz of Whirlwind Sound Studio, performed by Basia and her band, Ron Bechard (Edwin), Dave Carreiro (Nigel's 11) and Glenn Nash (Q107 house band), and mastered by Joao Carvalho himself.
"We spent a day on vocals, doubling and harmonies, and she maintained the same enthusiasm and professionalism for the tenth take that she did for the first, always performing with incredible tone. It's great when you're having fun recording with someone, doing take after take just to see what you come up with, rather than out of necessity for better quality." - Brian Moncarz
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Beat down in the morning
Crowded again
Sucked into a conversation
I’ll never win
Your aggression is a weapon
Why you tryin’ to hurt me?
Your illusion is confusion and it’s killing me slowly, slowly
Baby don’t talk, baby don’t talk, baby don’t talk to me
You make it so hard, make it so hard, make it so hard for me to breath
Caught up in the sweet talk, laughing away
Yeah I was pulled into a false attraction and I threw my love away
Sick of wishing you would listen when you look right through me
I’m tired of waiting for the day when you can say you’re sorry, so
Baby don’t talk, baby don’t talk, baby don’t talk to me
You make it so hard, make it so hard, make it so hard for me to breath
I never know why I stuck around
Time it passes us by so come around ‘round
Baby don’t talk, baby don’t talk, baby don’t talk to me
You make it so hard, make it so hard, make it so hard for me to breath
Baby don’t talk, baby don’t talk, baby don’t talk to me
You make it so hard, make it so hard, make it so hard for me to breath
Lalalalalalala
I’m sick of hearin’
Lalalalalalala
I’m sick of feelin’
Lalalalalalala
Won’t you ever
Lalalalalalala
Come around
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