Welcome To My Weekend

by Quiet Arcs

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Welcome To My Weekend is a self funded and self released album.
Included with the download is an alternate cover and lyric sheet.

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released 25 June 2013

Engineered and mastered by William Yip at Studio 4.
Mixed by William Yip.
Produced by William Yip and Quiet Arcs.
All songs are written and arranged by Quiet Arcs.
All lyrics by Larry Wiechecki.
Quiet Recordings #005.

Vocals: Larry Wiechecki
Guitar: Jude Miller
Guitar: Spencer Dorsey
Bass: Donny Mutt
Drums: Kenny Madden

Additional Vocals: Jude Miller

Booking/Contact: quietarcshc@gmail.com

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Track Name: I'm Just Your Charles Grodin
Empty promises on exotic prom dates
A platonic lover's leap
I haven't been this excited
Since I met my trophy wife on Delancey St.

Pregnancy or change the sheets
I'd choose the latter
But it's whatever to me

I need to surround myself
With people who still think coke's a big deal
The last I heard
She's sticking ecstasy up her ass
I heard it kicks in faster

You got to finish me first
Or else it'll hurt
Then it's the ole' curfew dodge

Pregnancy or change the sheets
I'd choose the latter
But it's whatever to me

I never want to smell
Like last night again
I'll try repeating myself
In a different way
Or saying it in
Another language
I'd have to learn
It first
Track Name: No Lords
You look like a perfectly good stranger
And these bar lights bring out the survivor in you
If we didn't take ourselves so seriously
We might actually have to have a real conversation

And this basement may be dark, cold and damp
But it's our only chance
To find love and romance
In a city that won't love you back
And I know that you wish for something better
And I know that you wish for something more
I don't know where you go when you die
But I know it's something bigger than the sky

There's something about affinity for infinity
You can sing until your hearts content
Bad pics of upskirts isn't a reason to live
These are all tricks of the trade
Necessity by way of justification
Stock up on life
Running low all the time

And this basement may be dark, cold and damp
But it's our only chance
To find love and romance
In a city that won't love you back
And I know that you wish for something better
And I know that you wish for something more
I don't know where you go when you die
But I know it's something bigger than the sky

We're pissing in the wind
Trying to bum out the norms
Searching for the right words to say
Let me spell it out
Necessity by way of justification
Stock up on life
Running low all the time
Running low all the time
Track Name: Pagan Holidays
Make sure to die
At week's end
They only read
The Sunday obits
That's the day
Everyone's got religion

The people who love you
Are just that
The people who love you
Everyone else
Is a somebody
Romanticizing
About someone they never knew

Put me in the ground
You'll forget I'm even there
No hello's
Wouldn't know what to do
With the ashes anyway

The people who love you
Are just that
The people who love you
Everyone else
Is a somebody
Romanticizing
About someone they never knew

Overboard is my m.o.
Borrowed flowers from a loved grave
A real who's who
"Done up in blue print blue"
Buried time capsules
Foundation and rebar

A combination of God
And taking it head on
Track Name: Marytr Party
If I lived here
I'd be home by now
Open up the front door
Find me hanging from the ceiling
Make sure you don't trip on the carpet
On the way out
No note
Just hope

Life and death and death and death

Out here in the suburbs
So loving and care free
Track Name: 28
It's good that every one is happy in your house
I'm teetering on a full out breakdown
I'm glad you can
Move along with your day

Take comfort in knowing
We're all ok
Take comfort in knowing
We're not ok

This truth is gonna bury me
No father should have to bury his son
Track Name: California
It's something I've come to terms with
It doesn't get any better than this
Take that as you may
Summer's over no one even noticed
You always notice
It never ends around here

Don't waste your time
On the youth
They never learn
Running on the spirit
Beer bottle chipped teeth
Smiles ear to ear
Skinhead in a coma
I know, I know
It's truly serious

Tan lines to sex curfews
Things work out that way
Back to the wall
The convenience of it all
Sun on my back
Water still and clear

A dance and a scare
A dance and a scribe
Face down is where I do all my screaming
Face down is where I do all my dreaming
Track Name: Deloused
I can hear heavy breathing
From behind a locked door
It's not what I think
Your lisp is very pronounced
You're wearing make up that I don't care about
You're make up is running and I don't care

And I got scar tissue
Coming back around again
Just like
The Atlantic Conveyor

I hope you find what you're looking for
Someone to finally tell you
You'll put a dent in this world
Someone to take the place of your dad
I may have been young
But I knew back then
95 percent burnt
But I won't judge

And I got scar tissue
Coming back around again
Just like
The Atlantic Conveyor

I wonder if you wonder
What type of heart break
I was dealt
Before I had what I have now

The smell of spit
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Track Name: Neon Dust
I saw you the other day
It was out past the white caps
Tide came rolling in
The shore line grew distant
Sank down to the bottom
To see what was going on
We are so tired
And our loved ones are waiting

Come on down and walk with me
In these streets paved of gold
All these years of woe
God only knows

This deliberate coma must seem intentionally
But it isn't I swear
We could get together
Talk about the weather
All the people we use to know
Where they are
How they are
What they're up to

Come on down and walk with me
In these streets paved of gold
All these years of woe
God only knows
Track Name: Sign My Draft Card
I'm the best kind of accident
Bricks for shoelaces tied tight
Mace for mouthwash
Raising wreckage
A real first trimester
Roller coaster ride

I know this city
Like the back of my lungs
Vein vains
Gone awry

Catholicism or the cut of my jib
Chewed out the inside of my mouth
Giving myself lessons in breathing
Mom's dress fits real well
Confidence for arrogance

I know this city
Like the back of my lungs
Vein vains
Gone awry

Taste the salt, it's sweat, it's tears
I'd rather not see it coming
Taste the salt, it's sweat, it's tears
Manners right out the window
Taste the salt, it's sweat, it's tears
Restraint is a four letter word
Taste the salt, it's sweat, it's tears
We can swallow halos with the best of them

Dream in color
Dream in real time
I like to know who's behind me

Dream in color
Dream in real time
I like to know what's behind me
Track Name: Heavy Lifting
(Instrumental)