FINISHED TRACKS > Whence She Came

And now for something completely different - without further ado, the final mastered track, No. 12 of 12, for the upcoming album Tit:

Whence She Came (Cynicism Management)


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
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?
From whence she came?
When they came when they came
When they came when they came
When they came
They came

Like a bitch in heat
All made up flawless painted glossed
Lined groomed tanned and flossed
They always knew
From whence she 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

FINISHED TRACKS > Tit

Here goes the mastered title track from our upcoming album "Tit" and the superbly poetic lyrics to sing... eerrm... growl along:

Tit by Cynicism Management


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

(CH:)
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

Tit tit tit tit

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

(CH:)

Tit tit tit tit
Tit

When they're done with selling
Shit by means of tit
They unveil a juicy butt
I like it, I admit

Tit tit tit tit
Tit

FINISHED TRACKS > TV Turns On You

Here goes another mastered track, No. 11 of 12:

TV Turns On You by Cynicism Management


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

TV turned on me
I can almost see now
TV turned on me
I 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

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

FINISHED TRACKS > Touring My Backyard

Here goes mastered track 10 of 12 - a spectacular homage to undying achievements in the field of rock 'n' roll:

Touring My Backyard by Cynicism Management

 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

(CH:)
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

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

(CH:)

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

(CH:)

FINISHED TRACKS > The End Of The Vilewood Road

Mastered track 8 of 12:

The End Of The Vilewood Road by Cynicism Management


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

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

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

FINISHED TRACKS > Right Humpster

Mastered track 7 of 12:

Right Humpster by Cynicism Management


RIGHT HUMPSTER

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

(CH:) 2x

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

(CH:)

Right, right, right
Right
Right, Humpster
Right
Right, Humpster
Right, right, right, Humpster

(CH:)

FINISHED TRACKS > Life Malignant

Here goes No. 6 of 12, an exceedingly sunny and optimistic track, simply radiating the so-called "positive energy":

Life Malignant by Cynicism Management

 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

(CH:) 2x
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

(CH:) 2x

FINISHED TRACKS > Iniquity

Iniquity, the fifth mastered track for the upcoming album:

Iniquity by Cynicism Management


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

(CH:)
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

(CH:)

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
Abruptly I can see this might be iniquity

(CH:)

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

Maybe we could all agree that this might truly be iniquity
Maybe we could all agree that this might truly be iniquity

This might be iniquity
This might be iniquity

FINISHED TRACKS > Herbal Haze

Here goes the master of Herbal Haze, the fourth track from the upcoming album Tit:

Herbal Haze by Cynicism Management


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?

(CH:)
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

(CH:)

Herbal haze became my face
Herbal haze became my face

FINISHED TRACKS > Four-Circle Penile Substitute

Here is the master of the third track from the upcoming album Tit by Cynicism Management:

Four-Circle Penile Substitute by Cynicism Management


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

(CH:)
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

(CH:)

FINISHED TRACKS > Bad Bad Boy

OK... A month after we thought the album was about to be finished - to the day - it is now IN FACT done. Mastered. Complete. Over and done with. Yippee! In the previous FINISHED TRACKS post you can hear the updated track Another Place Another Time, which has been tweaked a bit during this time.

Starting today I'll publish a track a day, in the alphabetical order as we still haven't decided on the order of the tracks yet, until all 12 fabulous compositions, part of the the upcoming album with a monumentally poetic title "Tit", are here. So here goes the second one...

Bad Bad Boy by Cynicism Management


BAD BAD BOY

I've been a bad bad boy I've been a bad bad boy
I've been a 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've been a bad bad boy I've been a bad bad boy
I've been a bad bad boy I've been a bad bad boy

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