What Happened​(​?​)

by Kevin Earl

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Recorded November 2016-February 2017 in my house in Raleigh, NC and a guest room in Wilmington, NC

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released May 5, 2017

Kevin Earl - vocals, guitar, bass, synth, doorbell, harmonica, Moog model 15 iPhone app, and drums on 2, 5, and 9

Jacob Jordan - drums on 1, 4, 6, and 10

Garrett Walters - guitar on 4

All songs written by Kevin Earl

Mastered by Jeff Carroll at Bluefield Mastering in Raleigh, NC

Art by Kevin Earl, Sadie Goulet, and Corey Dearing

Thanks to: Jenny and Earl McClary, Diane and Bob Cook, Subtle Fuzz, Wolf Dog, and my incredibly patient neighbors

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Track Name: Mr. Photogenic
Mr. Photogenic 2003
Chubby cheeks, coconut mullet, that made me
Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, Airwalks for the breeze
We all grew out of fleece

10th grade jitters playing tongue in cheek
Banking practice shots cause it seemed like me
Reading empty air but it was something
And never learned to scream

Post-grad job what a different scene
Living in a cube, boring silent streak
They hate on now, wish for used to be
I should’ve learned to scream
Where I learned to be lonely
I learned to be lonely
Track Name: Basketball Can Heal
Sound leaves the city
The sky once glowed
Real hearts keep aching from what we don’t know

But first we must remember before we can ascend
And not retrace the answers but reinvent the end

Block parties end raging
Truce barbecues reveal
The hearts in the city and basketball can heal

But first we must remember before we can ascend
And not retrace the answers but reinvent the end
Track Name: Anything Goes
We were like bandits rolling out in the night looking for a little fun
Front Street was calling, bar bands were humming louder than the bus
Rockabilly swinging, church bells were ringing but we didn’t keep track of the time
Didn’t give attention till I got home and clock said 2:35

We fall into all our plans, nothing’s on a string
Pass by buskers on the corner singing everything
Cause anything goes tonight, we’re down for what it brings
And in the end we own the end cause nothing sticks or stings

But we don’t care what it takes, we just wanna break
The pressure and the weight of days and make em melt away

Strolling back down orange and we come across a piece
Of musty furniture, it rolls for a second then just breaks
Back to writing papers in the morning, it hurts to think
But seconds count for something when you’re trying to just breathe

But we don’t care what it takes, we just wanna break
The pressure and the weight of days and make em melt away
Cause anything goes tonight, we’re down for what it brings
Seconds count for something when you’re trying to just breathe
Track Name: Go Stay
Each night out in Hollywood east is my last stand
I got out when I got over the drinking and azalea feast
All these bearded characters aren’t played by actors
They bring the local flavor and they scare each other
Frankie got in a fight when a dude slapped the street out by Barbary

Yates is committed, for a minute undecided
Where’s the future? Well there’s damn sure excitement
He may never see the end of it, there may never be another defining moment but we’ll make it
For a minute we spent every night courting Princess
Poetic kitchens, spilling beer in the basement and the rest of it
We’re gonna recognize this moment and leave everything out on the street out by scrappy knees

Lot of reasons to stay, lot of reasons to go
Come to call this my home
Lot of reasons to go, lot of reasons to stay
I’ll get out of the way

When Shaggy Beats went home to weigh his bets, Smoky G and I wrote the rest of it
We knew it’d be a hit, didn’t know it’d win back the kids
We played it for a packed room, the words were going straight through into the heart of a breakthrough
Something about those nights made us feel invincible, always remember incredible

Lot of reasons to stay, lot of reasons to go
Come to call this my home
Lot of reasons to go, lot of reasons to stay
I’ll get out of the way
Track Name: Yates
Yates doesn’t puff but he still takes smoke breaks to get air and get out of the basement
He got into some trouble so they won’t let him fly
He’s such a sweet kid I don’t know why
He’s been tending bar at a scrappy new spot
Now books all the shows, call the shots
And everyone knows him and calls him by name
He’s got nowhere to go or to blame

But our late night town that’s dead at 5pm
Takes off at 12:30 then we start again
To another spot, too many to choose
When per capita’s rising we got things to do

Yates doesn’t party but he gets kinda sloppy when it’s time to sing his songs
No one there listens though he’s got things to say
If you listen real close he can play
Open mic heavy, the air’s feeling empty
Like plastic bags on trees
He passed me a beer, I said “nah cause I got things to do”
He said “I don’t but I’ll be seeing you”

In our late night down that’s dead at 5pm
Takes off at 12:30 then we start again
To another spot, too many to choose
When per capita’s rising we got things to do

I’ll see you
Track Name: Take the Time to Take Your Time
I was living out by midtown park when I remembered what I’d forgotten
Take the time to take your time or you’ll end up burnt out and rotten
It’s getting easier to see years get away
You can lift your head or watch the realness fade

We don’t fight with fists
Words stay outside our lips
I’ve got somewhere to be, I can’t forget

Never in the moment but we share all of them
Can see anything but the lens faces in
It’s been so exciting but it’s time to learn
How to take our time in a backlit world

We don’t fight with fists
Words stay outside our lips
I’ve got somewhere to be, I can’t forget

We don’t fight with fists
Words stay outside our lips
I’ve gotta take my time, I can’t forget
Track Name: What Happened(?)
Now that civility’s gone, did purity go with it?
Well of course not, but we can’t see it
There’s light at the end of tunnel vision, it’s calling you in but you’ll never find the end
Unless you drop it

We won’t drop it
We can’t drop it
What Happened(?)
Track Name: Inbetween
Didn’t know a thing
Two days before I turned 19
Drove off cause I couldn’t stop the screams

Went out to Buffalo’s
With a roll of doe
Walked out without hope instead and slept until I forgot death

Inbetween when there’s nothing to do or to see
I get lost in my own kind of grief
It’s a funny thing
If you’re gonna love with everything
Someday you’ll have to hurt the same

Hadn’t lived a thing
Man, times have recoiled and changed
Yet the good memories stay the same

Time will pass
Will the healing last?
Will I ever be able to breathe like I’m not carrying everything?

Inbetween when there’s nothing to do or to see
I get lost in my own kind of grief
It’s a funny thing
If you’re gonna love with everything
Someday you’ll have to hurt the same
Track Name: No One Is Available // Best of Luck
I don’t remember turning the lights on
I don’t remember locking the door
Had nothing to drink, no nothing ingested
My brain is just on its own
This is not ok

How do I live in circuit connectors?
Why do we never wonder aloud?
Walk aimlessly when I don’t have sleep cause I stare at information beams
This is not ok

Too used to seeing famous faces speak
Ordinary’s not ordinary
Live inside, try to revise
Didn’t learn to go outside
This is not ok

But I wouldn’t have friends, I wouldn’t have friends
If I didn’t have a fruit hand
I wouldn’t have friends, I wouldn’t have friends
If I didn’t have a fruit hand
I wouldn’t have friends, I wouldn’t have friends
Fruit hand
I wouldn’t have friends, I wouldn’t have friends

Haven’t heard from Yates in a while
Guess he’s kinda tired, kinda over it
But I miss Betty and the dial
Even though we absorbed uncomfortability
She was always smarter, always quicker
Always challenging my time
I didn’t know better so I forgot her
We had the strangest goodbye

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Walked out halfway through the reading
Went back downstairs to act like I was something
Our nervous news could have been awesome
But psychic distance was still a problem
The bubble didn’t burst, it disappeared
We kept Morton weird
You made lists, I made flyers
It was over

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