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

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