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released 21 May 2011

CYNICISM MANAGEMENT

LIVE LINE-UP:
Monika Fritz - vocals, laptop
Andrej Babič - guitar
Enej Demirović - guitar
Samo Pečar - bass
Borut Praper - drums

STUDIO WORK ON TIT:
Monika Fritz - vocals
Jan Urbanc - guitar
Borut Praper - drums, keyboards, programming, bass, additional guitar

ADDITIONAL STUDIO WORK ON TIT:
Aljaž Tulimirović - guitar and bass on 6; guitar on 10; guitar, e-bow guitar and kazoo on 12
Stojan Kralj - guitar on 10
Jure Praper - guitar on 11

All tracks written and arranged by Borut Praper, except Iniquity co written by Aljaž Tulimirović
All lyrics by Borut Praper
Recorded, produced and mixed by Borut Praper
Vocals co arranged by Monika Fritz
Mastering by 808mastering.com

Recorded in Studio S.U.R., Izola
Additional material recorded by Stojan Kralj in Juice Plant Studio

All artwork by Matej Peklar
Graphic layout by Neža Trobec

MANY THANKS:
Jan Urbanc for his patented ShitstortionTM sound expertise, guitar recording, constructive criticism, creative input and loads of other stuff. Stojan Kralj for too many things to mention. Matej Peklar for all the artwork. Neža Trobec for graphic layout. Jure Praper for additional guitar recording. Sunčan Stone for reviewing the lyrics. Borut Bernik at 808mastering.com for technical expertise and mastering. Damir Odlak for being our favourite computer guy. Jure Rudolf and Igor Unuk for reading the very first draft of the Epic Tales of Cynicism Management novel and providing very useful feedback. Jan Baruca for lending an ear. Manica Smrdelj for vocal coaching.

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Track Name: TV Turns on You
TV TURNS ON YOU

I can't wait to flush my face
In flickers of the human race
All of this I may despise
But it sustains my dreary life
Need some genuine heartfelt screams
To liven up my stillborn dreams
I need some blood I need some pain
I need to think that I'm still sane

I'm so bored, I want more
Need some gore, need some gore

TV turned on me
I can almost see now

I turn it on
'Cause it turns me off
As I cease to be
It turns on me

Madness greed blood screeching tearing
Never subside no retreat no
Shelter inside all because of
Hatred fear wrath I've seen all the
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight murder all the
Sense that we might have left out there

Omens portend we are failing
Massacred and entrails trailing
Final dead end we are nearing
Pestilence dread disappearing
Poisoned this place killed bystanders
Utter disgrace parasitic
Malice! We waste good intentions
Straying so far from redemption
Doomed

Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight unsuspected
Omens portend we are failing
Utter disgrace parasitic
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Sense that we might have things left there
Malice! We waste good intentions
Straying so far from redemption
What a relief this can't happen
Ever to me, I just watch some
TV
Track Name: Life Malignant
LIFE MALIGNANT

Every day and every weeknight
I get more cancerous
Each endeavour every stage fright
Gets me cancerous

Every weeknight
Every stage fright

Every time I close my eyes
I get more cancerous
Sometimes I get caught by surprise
And get more cancerous

Every weeknight
Is the same plight

Sleeping pills say let go
But reason murmurs don't know
It's out there stalking me
And it wants me cancerous

I'm complaining whining pining
Pondering this curse
But I go on, although declining
Shitting long-shat turds

Every weeknight
Everyday plight
Track Name: Bad Bad Boy
BAD BAD BOY

I've been a bad bad boy

All the wants that I may have
Tremble at my mother's stare
I implore her to desist
This thing she does

I've been watching her grow old
Never penetrated, cold
I have never even grasped
The sin

I've been a bad bad boy
Got little hamster legs in my secret drawer
Therefore I hide till I can hide no more
I've been a bad bad boy
I have her visit my mind
Make her my own whore
Therefore I loathe
Till I can loathe no more

I grow older she grows old
I've been hiding things untold
It's been years and I am
Unrepentant

But she steals the cellar key
I make her stay eternally
Now I love her quietly
She's watching

I've been a bad bad boy
My little hamster legs I carry in my pockets
I no longer run 'cause I can run no more
I've been a bad bad boy
Those children's shoes
In my cellar locker
They're all just for you
So you can love me too

Bad bad boy
Track Name: Right Humpster
RIGHT HUMPSTER

Right, Humpster!
Do your nasty thing!
Be what you are!
Let the frolicking begin!

Her bulging eyes at three a.m.
I really wish I'd give a damn
My eyelids kiss
My upper lip
Indeed this is a vile routine

She's watery eyed like frogs in heat
Ignoring me, my every plead
When bonecrumbed dump
Spills everywhere
Repugnant, yes! But it's the end
Track Name: Another Place Another Time
ANOTHER PLACE ANOTHER TIME

Incomplete
A fading vision
I still roam this darkened city
Altered and disguised
Stranger streets
With every season
As I sit there unperceived
And ponder our demise

Turned the tides
And wasted many months of
Slipping grips on what we thought
That some day might become
Something has gone
And hastened by while I
Returned time after time
To glimpse the things undone

Another place another time
Oh we used to be whole

All those long lost
Trains of thought end up
Derailed as I blend finally
With shadows you can't see
There I remain
A distant grain of memory
An epitaph a footnote
Signed yours respectfully
Track Name: Iniquity
INIQUITY

Put me up and put me down
Mercy fuck me then turn around
Ready-made as I serve any whim
Then I'm disassembled
Limb from limb

Sometimes when I snap
I turn on you
You cross the line
I cross it too
I feel disdain
You feel the pain
Again

I've been had you took the piss
But made me feel I have been amiss
I'll just leave you to bleed to death
And you'll thank me as you
Gasp for breath

You are lying
So I keep prying
I swear
I will hunt you down
Won't make a sound

Abruptly I can see this might be iniquity

Maybe we could all agree
that this might truly be iniquity

This might be iniquity
Track Name: Touring My Backyard
TOURING MY BACKYARD

When I was just a boy I yearned to rock n' roll
But I didn't realize I was living in a hole
Then I grew a tiny bit, my vision kind of cleared
I popped a beer, caressed my cage and never really feared

Now I'm the coolest guy around, the only god with such a sound
I sell my twopence sermons every day
My nails are black my eyes are lined my pants are tight oh I'm so fine
I gloat in dismal dismay and decay

I rented the only touring bus in this god forsaken place
And published in every goddamn paper I was touring my own space

Oh wow yippee my gosh and gee
I'm tourin' my backyard
Rolling over my own mower
Bellyfolds o' lard
Mounted mirrors on the walls
My backyard's looking big
I'm bouncing reeling falling over
My excessive concert rig

In the mornings my head hurts, my double visions spin
But I know well that I'm the One so I embrace my sins
My proud dadland needs me to flash her stardom smiles
Distract the nation with pretence, wallow in shit piles

From the mountains to the sea
I sing my three-chord symphony
Nameless crowds beneath my feet
Look up at this astounding deed
My hair receding down my spine
But I still make these corpses mine
Dancing deaf to shit I spout
I dread what I have figured out
Track Name: Whence She Came
WHENCE SHE CAME

From whence she came?
It was easy to detect
Wisping pungent air, traces trailing
From whence she came?
Whiffs of heavily lagging scent
Remnants slowly fading
Like a bitch in heat
All made up flawless painted glossed
Lined groomed tanned and flossed
They always knew
From whence she came

From whence she came?
She'd be nice for some action
Short of mental interaction
From whence she came?
She would serve for some blowin'
'Cause a mouthful is a mouth shut

When they came

They came

When they came
I heard a scream through the ceiling
And I nursed a gnawing feeling
That by the time her skin got peeled away
What was left of her was bloody insane
Track Name: Tit
TIT

Tit tit tit tit

There's a tit every morning
Stalking my TV
And the girl who does the weather
Wears tits for all to see
Then some bitch pretends to sing
In a see through gown
While I fight back stomach acid
Trying to keep it down

But holy crap I've got to see
There's a tit on my TV
I must see
I can't see
All the crap tit sells to me

Then I go and grab a beer
Promoted by a tit
I've heard beer's good for mother's milk
So I think, well, that's it
Of course the john's adorned with tits
To get me in the mood
If only they were flesh and blood
I'd grab them if I could

When they're done with selling
Shit by means of tit
They unveil a juicy butt
I like it, I admit
Track Name: Herbal Haze
HERBAL HAZE

Welcome dear tainted dawn
Are you to stay here long?
I plan to stay away
From your big brother day

Hello my trusted friend
Ready to make amends?
I'm yearning for your touch
Why cope with drudgery much?

And while I listen to them breathing
I want to see them fast receding
Longing for its touch
I know I don't want too much

Lead the day
And get sick get sick of it
Speed the day
There's much so much of it
Free the day
Roll it up and shrug it off
Heed your way
Feel it calling

Herbal haze became my face
Track Name: Four-Circle Penile Substitute
FOUR-CIRCLE PENILE SUBSTITUTE

Such display of sound and vision
I've got what it takes
No indecision
I don't make mistakes
I own highways roads and side streets
Alleys know my name
With utter precision
I'm driving them insane

I'm the smartest smoothest best
Way above you and all the rest
I stop for no one
I am like the wind possessed
Every day I rub and polish
That which makes me me
All I can wish for
And everyone can see

All my life I wanted these four circles
Greeting me each day, greeting me each day
All my life I wanted these four circles
Taking me away, taking me away

Then one day some stupid cunt
Dares to make me swerve
I stop for no one
Damn she's got some nerve
Then the circles of my life
Get stamped into my head
Now I'm the greatest
Even though I'm dead
Track Name: The End of the Vilewood Road
THE END OF THE VILEWOOD ROAD

Go to the end of the Vilewood road
Where kids end up as food for foxes
Right to the end of the Vilewood road
Where garbage dreams of metal boxes

Come to the end of the Vilewood road
Let old knotted pines lure you astray
Here at the end of the Vilewood road
You'll peacefully blow your mind away

Away

Cobwebs peeling your eyes out
As you miss a roundabout
Murders crimes and tyres cut
Titties of your test drive slut

All along those Vilewood lies
Whispered by the cat's corpse eyes
Titties of your test drive slut
Complement her naked butt

Come to the end of the Vilewood road
Let old knotted pines lure you astray
Here at the end of the Vilewood road
You'll peacefully blow your mind away

Away away