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1.
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
2.
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
3.
Bad Bad Boy 04:34
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Iniquity 07:48
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
Tit 05:47
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
10.
Herbal Haze 09:28
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
11.
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
12.
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

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released May 21, 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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Cynicism Management is an alternative / progressive rock band (originating from Slovenia but currently located on Canary Islands), dedicated to recording worldwide smash hit singles in odd time signatures.

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