Four-Circle Penile Substitute (Augmented)

Four-Circle Penile Substitute is the seventh track from the new Cynicism Management release Tit Augmented, planned for about a year from now. It is also the seventh song to appear in the book that it has actually been written and recorded for: Cynicism Managment (A Rock & Roll Fable), which will – because of the end of the world (as we know it) – NOT be published by River Boat Books next month as originally planned.

My publisher has let me know that he is, against all odds, still planning the book release for September. However, in light of the ongoing apocalypse, making any sort of firm plans at this time is pretty much wishful thinking, so we’ll all just have to wait and see what happens. In the meantime, I will keep tinkering away at these tracks. As reworking and remixing them has actually turned out to be a much more complex and longwinded process than I originally expected, the delay has, as far as I’m concerned, actually come in handy. Unnecessary haste would certainly not contribute anything constructive to this project – especially because I don’t only want to give these ten-year-old songs a “new coat of paint”, but instead reinvent each of them at least a little. As far as the following tune is concerned, I feel that this mission has been accomplished.

Monika Fritz – vocals
Jure Praper – lead guitar
Jan Urbanc – guitar
Borut Praper – drums, keyboards, bass & additional guitar

Music by Borut Praper
Lyrics by Borut Praper
Recorded, produced & mixed by Borut Praper
Vocals co-arranged by Monika Fritz
Mastered by Andrej Hrvatin

Track artwork by Matej Peklar
(Upcoming) album artwork by Matevž Praper

 More info about the whole project (and the reasons for it) is here.


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
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