Morphine Derivatives

by Quiet Arcs

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Morphine Derivatives is a self funded and self released album. We have set up the download so you can name your own price. If you like what you hear it would be really cool if you sent us a few bucks for the record. If you just want to download the record for free that is also cool with us. Thank you for listening to Quiet Arcs.

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released July 19, 2011

Engineered, mixed and mastered by William Yip at Studio 4.
Produced by William Yip and Quiet Arcs.
Cover photo by Darlene Dobkowski.
Cover art by Donny Mutt.
Quiet Recordings #003

Vocals: Larry Wiechecki
Guitar: Jude Miller
Guitar: Jack Drummond
Bass: Donny Mutt
Drums: Kenny Madden

Additional Vocals: Darlene Dobkowski, Jude Miller and Kenny Madden.

Booking/Contact: quietarcshc@gmail.com

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Track Name: Prom Acid
We got ourselves in a sticky situation
It just kicked in
Barely keeping my head above water
In the shallow end

If these walls could talk
They'd say don't paint me yellow

Matt's in mom's coat
Posing like nixon
Mike fell asleep sitting up
He's so tired
You need to realize
This realization
This realization
It needs to be realized

If these walls could talk
They'd say don't paint me yellow

I'm laying in flower beds
Listening to pool stick sword fights
I'm not feeling these double lines
It's the only way to watch these lights change

In the land of milk and honey
In the land of milk and honey
Your garden will grow

We got ourselves in a sticky situation
I'm coming down
It always ends this way
I'm never coming back
Track Name: Deep Womb
Honey, i wish you would have told me
We were having company
This house is a mess
You know i would have cooked something
Taking xanax in the afternoon
Channel surfing my daydreams
Heavy eyes
Feelings bottleneck

Putting all my weight
On the world's crutches
I let myself go
I'm stuck in the fire

Memories and sedatives
Forever be an absentee
Memories and sedatives
Come back to the light
Memories and sedatives
We aim to please
Memories and sedatives
Track Name: Friends With Strangers
Oh, I'm coming out tonight
It's going to be a regular debutante's ball
I'll be your life of the party this evening
You'll know from the sign on my back

(All my friends are making noise)
We are the truth from the flood
We are the successful failures
(But I can't make out a word)
We are the fortunate sons
We are
We are

I'd come on over and say hello
But it is way too cold, too cold now
I'll just be over here in the corner
With all my latest admissions

(All my friends are making noise)
We are the truth from the flood
We are the fortunate sons
(But it only brings me down)
Track Name: True Love Never Dives
I can see you staring at me
From across the room
Then again i don't have my glasses on
You'd find any excuse
To talk to me
Then again i'd always have my blinders on

Swim fan
This is some birthday
Swim fan
It's graduation day
You look so good
All dolled up
In your cap and gown
Swim fan
Can't believe we made it

Do you still think about me
I still think about you

Don't open your veins
And I'll open my eyes
It's crazy how five years flies
Go open your veins
And I'll close my eyes
So we can move on with our lives

Swim fan
How did we get here
Track Name: Brother Bishop
Instrumental
Track Name: Grand Prix
This car smells all too familiar
Stale cigarettes and ac
Now that we got that hour back
I can finally save some face
Dreaming of white sands
And life long indian summers
I never belonged
Anywhere but here

You are the light
You are the resurrection
It all comes out
In the wash

These butterflies feel like vultures
Let the sand fill in around me
Float away down chester creek
I know that you said
You like my hair long
But all these close calls
Were too close for comfort
I'll miss the love songs
That weren't written about me

You are the light
You are the resurrection
It all comes out
In the wash
I was never a prophet
Nor a shepherd
It all comes out
In the wash