Another Place Another Time (Augmented)

Another Place Another Time (Augmented), the twelfth (and final) track for the upcoming Cynicism Management release Tit Augmented, planned for about a year from now, has just been published on SoundCloud. Incidentally, this happens to be my absolute favourite on the ten-year-old debut album Tit by Cynicism Management.

This wraps up the project of “radically renovating” the songs in time for the publication of my first novel, which the music was actually written for: as it happens, after all this time, Cynicism Management (the novel) will be released this autumn both in the United States (by River Boat Books) as well as in Slovenia (as a part of Rick Harsch’s corona/samizdat, an independent imprint of Amalietti&Amalietti). For this occasion, I decided to thoroughly rework or “modernise” the old tracks – simply to do them justice, as the original songs had been produced well over a decade ago in much less than ideal circumstances. Next year, on the “official” tenth anniversary of the aforementioned debut, the new versions will be published as a standalone release.

Should you want to know more about this project, click here.

CONTRIBUTORS:
Monika Fritz – vocals
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

 


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

Herbal Haze (Augmented)

Herbal Haze (Augmented), the eleventh (and penultimate) track for the upcoming Cynicism Management release Tit Augmented, planned for about a year from now, has just been released on SoundCloud. Should you want to know more about this project, click here.

CONTRIBUTORS:
Monika Fritz – vocals
Jan Urbanc – guitar
Aljaž Tulimirović – guitar
Stojan Kralj – 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

 


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

TV Turns On You (Augmented)

TV Turns On You (Augmented), the tenth track for the upcoming Cynicism Management release Tit Augmented, planned for about a year from now, has just come back from mastering. Should you want to know more about this project, click here.

CONTRIBUTORS:
Monika Fritz – vocals
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

 


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