DARK SIDE OF THE BRAIN

by BRAIN VACATION

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DARK SIDE OF THE BRAIN is about the struggle between apathy and action as innocence gives way to self-awareness. On the cusp of (economic) (social) (cultural) (physical) (mental) oblivion, are states of comfort and discontent irreconcilable? As global monuments to imaginary systems crash down upon us, does anything sound more violent than your alarm clock each morning? Join the club: the rebel without a cause drinks from a fountain of youth while the rest of us guzzle high fructose death. We may think twice, but that's because we came up empty the first time. More important, what's on the tube tonight?

Enjoy this broadcast in the privacy of your own mind. Sit next to someone you don't know and offer them a slice of pizza. It's okay, there's an unlimited supply. It's a post-apocalyptic living room, and we're the nuclear family gathered around a garbage can fire.

Economic depression casts long shadows between the skyscrapers while we lose control of a system's abstract foundations -- "Easy Money!" As the model American family (John, 10 year old delinquent leader of a revolution; Sarah, mental hospital escapee mother; and the loving robot father figure, governor of California) barrels its station wagon down the highway in a twisted mockery of the summer road trip, BRAIN VACATION's robot vocalist outlines a desperate suburban exit strategy.

Indeed, Hollywood blockbusters and popular music represent an active retreat, a fantasy world. Do not fight the urge to escape. Embrace it, let it set you free. Discontent expressed through comfort; provocation through inaction. "Light-hearted" and "deadly serious" aren't separated by much in this town. These songs serve as a soundtrack to the anti-climax of existence. Void as content, content as void.

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released 05 August 2009

Written, composed, performed & produced in Los Angeles, California
by Eric Baskauskas January - July 2009 A.D.

Instrumental performances, additional composition & production
by Kellen Yamanaka

Significant instrumental contributions from Adam Munns

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Track Name: PREAPATHETIC
EAT SLEEP FIGHT
EAT SLEEP FIGHT
EAT SLEEP FIGHT
FUCK AND DIE
FUCK AND DIE
FUCK AND DIE

time to go and find some chow
what’s on glowing box right now?
been a while since my last wife
don’t believe in afterlife

HUNT THRASH RIP
HUNT THRASH RIP
HUNT THRASH RIP
STOMP ROAR KILL
STOMP ROAR KILL
STOMP ROAR KILL

what’s today’s dead flesh du jour?
eat food and sleep on the floor
wake up when I see the sun
kill some smaller things for fun
hunt down some potential mates
puff out chest to show I’m great
giant light up in the sky
reminds me that one day I’ll die

VOLCANO
VOLCANO
VOLCANO
PARTY TIME
PARTY TIME
PARTY TIME

build a nest and keep it warm
find a shelter from the storm
no matter what good job I do
deep down I know that we’re all doomed
don’t care about stars above
can’t be bothered to feel love
I’m here for one single thing
that’s right, man: procreating

DOMINATE
DOMINATE
DOMINATE
PASS IT ON
PASS IT ON
PASS IT ON
EAT SLEEP FIGHT
HUNT THRASH RIP
STOMP ROAR KILL
VOLCANO
PARTY TIME
DOMINATE
PASS IT ON
FUCK AND DIE

so I still just do my best
kill and eat and fuck and rest
comet comes and kills us all
stomping ground now shopping mall
not the last you’ll hear from me
still got things to do and see
evolve into a small bird
target humans with my turds
that’ll teach ‘em to build things
where I used to fly and sing
Track Name: LEVEL 35 PRIORITY
I just showed up in Los Angeles
with shirt not on my back
it’s time to fix all the problems with the world
drink beer-drink 30-pack

gridlocked robots sinking in stinking tar pits
extinction in a maze
people fighting for their lives with clock punches
buried under haze

we have the ability to learn and grow
build collective mind
but I think I can make an equal-size impact
if I waste my time

so I’ll head down to the bar and slug a couple booze
it’s the place to die
stumble home later on and notch off another more few
and look up at the sky

when the end begins, it will start right here
they target ones who think
so, once again, my sights are fixed and locked
squarely on my drink
but I need not look up down left or right, right
to know that humans stink
Track Name: PUBLIC ENEMY (E-WASTED)
today will not contain much
just had cereal for lunch
sit around until TV
has something to offer me

no job to be spoken of
enjoy music that I love
people think that I don’t do
all the shit I’m supposed to

I’m a waste
a waste of space
I’m a waste
my hairy face

wake up late go sleep the same
straighten every picture frame
have a beer at 1 p.m.
take a nap and eat again

I’m a waste
a waste of space
I’m a waste
my hairy face
I’m a waste
still “fuck this place”
I’m a waste
I’ll lose your race

just cuz I don’t want to work
does not mean that I’m a jerk
phone headsets, laptop PCs
I’d rather eat my own feces
evaluate my performance?
I do it all not wearing pants
powerpoint and coffee pots
you may as well be a robot

I’m a waste
I’m a waste
I’m a waste
I’m a waste

I’m no “great military leader”
I don’t even lift a finger
I’ve no desire to make a dent
I can barely pay my rent
I’m not saving any worlds
I can’t meet any nice girls
ride down to the aqueduct
tell the cops to go get fucked
I’m a waste but your life sucks
hope you get hit by a truck
tomorrow will not feature much
I will eat some Cap’n Crunch
sit around and watch TV
it helps me feel less damn empty

(I’m a waste)
Track Name: DOWNTIME
look to sky
think of God
where is He?
war is nigh
pizza’s cold
fight or flee
sun shines dark
night looms in
shadows cast
tossed and turned
bad dreams live
day has passed
gallows hang
wait for man
robot death
horizon
moon is bright
air is fresh
luminate
mountain range
one nation?
twinkle roll
purple cloud
no more sun
flowers bloom
life is good
‘lectric air
pass me by
taste the light
fragrant stare
head lights bright
brain light dim
cotton mind
must go east
save myself
from downtime
Track Name: BAD MEDICINE
the billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
with opiates of silicon Big Brother seems to rule the nation
all of my neurons are functioning smoothly yet still I’m a cyborg just like you
and the food on your table is more plastic than protein
it’s deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat
the world rotates and will evolve without you constantly
have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you are in?
extinction, degradation: the natural outcomes of our ordered lives
I don’t know if the billions will survive but I’ll believe in God when 1 and 1 are 5
...
He’s up there with the others laying low
this room is overcrowded man and I need air to breathe
the vortex of their minds ensconced within the murky deep
will I live forever? I’ve got just a short time to see
...
production and consumption define our hollow lives
and we’re all going to fry
and eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time
on a ride down a blind conduit
I sit on my ass all god damn day
kneel down and pray here comes your JUDGMENT DAY
I’m gonna surely walk away
I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea
a pang of consciousness at death and then you will agree
...
the full moon is rising over dark water
here comes oblivion
a miniscule duration, ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight
life on Earth is but a flash of dawn
given our pathetic course our destiny is known
excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less
and every fuckin’ where I go I see the pathos that I know will
spell the termination of us all
...
but soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts and a new day
upon us results
Track Name: PRELUDE: SUBURBAN FRONTIER ODYSSEY / ENDOMORPH (IT'S IN YOUR NATURE TO DESTROY YOURSELVES)
underpass
thunderdome
hello there (fuck off!)
shift to zeroth
even reverse is faster

going nowhere
bury the dial
concrete brake light
the bumpy road says
“accidents happen”

you wanna tell me
life has a meaning?
gas brake honk
I’m hungry
where do I want to-go today?

...

I walked into Burger King, was met with a surprise
as the sun set over Earth, I didn’t pay for fries

something’s fishy over here, and it ain’t my sandwich
all this food for zero dough, I’m feeling pretty rich

BUT WHY?!

cashier was unconscious, how very impolite
and then I noticed her cold face, a strange new shade of white

and it’s FOOD ZOMBIES AGAIN

what could’ve done this to them?
dog bites or mad bots?
no time to care, look over there,
some more free tater tots

“hey mom you want some fries?” yes of course you do
eat that shit you fat fuck, don’t forget to chew
want some dipping sauce with that, or a heart attack?
your zombie skin may be dead white but your colon’s jet black

FOOD ZOMBIES!

it’s night of the living fats
fast food is so damn sweet
tastes like cardboard but somehow I
want more in my teeth

BUT WAIT!

“we’re proud to offer healthy shit, avoid those pesky carbs
stop by our clothing shop for some mumus and fatso garb”

FOOD ZOMBIEEEEEEEEES

once again I ate too much
not pizza but I’m still stuffed
blackout coming, wake up dead
know I’ll go do it again
Track Name: TRAINING EXERCISES TO PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE END OF THE WORLD
Go to the nearest airport and watch airplanes take off and land. Then find some pigeons and feed them.

Listen to Bad Religion’s Suffer (1988), No Control (1989), and Against the Grain (1990) in succession while sitting in a parked car in a garage.

Throw a brick.

On a clear night, drive for an hour in whichever direction takes you farthest from civilization. Look up at the sky and try your hardest to believe in God.

Turn the heat up in your house as high as it will go and sleep under as many blankets as you can find for three hours in the middle of the day. When you emerge, drink a bunch of warm beer.

Start a fake band.

Try to train a dog to tell the difference between humans and robots.

Read The Last Question by Isaac Asimov.

Order 2 medium thin crust pepperoni pizzas from Domino’s for dinner. Eat one and a half of them and go to sleep. Spend the entire following day in bed with the shades drawn.

Join Twitter.

Feel guilty next time a bug hits your windshield.

Go to Disneyland for free on your birthday.

Take a walk around your neighborhood and pick up
someone else’s dog’s shit.

Completely fill a computer’s hard-drive.

Go to a restaurant with a self-serve drink fountain and ask for a cup for water. Fill it with lemonade.

Build a monument to something that only you consider
important.

Think about your death and what you expect to happen when it comes. Then smoke a cigarette and bury an old pair of shoes in the ground.

Go to K-Mart and buy a Slip-N-Slide. Get a few friends to come over, set it up in your yard, and play Reign In Blood while doing the Slip-N-Slide.

Watch Terminator 2 100 times.

Spend a day pretending that money does not exist.

Wear the same pair of jeans every day for a month.

Try to stay awake by standing up all night and looking out your window. Only give in to slumber if you know with 100% certainty that a liquid metal robot is not going to come and kill you in your sleep.

Go to the beach and throw rocks at the waves until your arm hurts.

Quit your job.
Track Name: EASY MONEY / TOXIC ASSETS
I love my house
I love my car
I love my clothes
I love my food
I love my shit
I mean the shit that comes out of my ass, it’s gold
I love my stuff too, it is also shit
I’m pretty sure I need it
I am important
stuff is important

OH YEAH



I know I’ve brought up zombies
more than once or twice
but this time’s not a metaphor
zombies are out tonight

economic downturn’s here
your checks will not be cashed
liquidate before you die
and undead eat your stash

mortgage forms, coffee stain
round one T.K.O.
Windsor knot, donut box
empty credit score

toxic assets, oil drums
do not touch the sludge
wallet shrivels, skin turns green
the bank will be your judge (GUILTY!)

easy money? pure horseshit
borrowed what don’t exist
now neither does your house and car
bankrupt zombies persist

abandoned yard, mosquito den
deserted swimming pool
it grows inside as you dry out
hungry for brains, you drool

ten forty, chapter thirteen
worst book ever made
turn the page, look out below
F minus is your grade

toxic assets, oil drums
do not touch the sludge
wallet shrivels, skin turns green
the bank will be your judge (GUILTY!)

“I can’t afford my weekly ‘cure
my hands grow thick with grime
from all the shit I daily rake
I’m running out of time!”

time to live without one’s means
The End is fucking here
from work to home is all we go
there’s no cash left for beer

save us Mister President
we don’t know what to do
toxic assets in the air
we place all faith in you
Track Name: ROBOT BASTARDZ
it was 2029 and the world was smashed to bits
crazy fucking robots and their robot fucking shit

I came from the future where we had no trees or cops
humans beaten by machines and forced to eat from troughs

I was sent to change the past — told to fight the fight
but I must admit that sans police, the future looked alright

so I chose to do nothing, let robots kill us all
I’d be a robot skate hero; we’d shred suburban sprawl

apocalypse: it came and went, just like they said it would
suffice to say my mission failed, I did not do much good

but good is bad and bad is good and now I have the stoke
the future’s now, the past is gone, a world covered in smoke

LET’S SKATE!

O! what a dirty twist of fate, my skate crew’s way too sweet
the cops are gone, I still can’t skate: the ‘bots all rule my street

they drained and skate the swimming pools, too good at getting air
D-linked kegs, pizza downloads, they never fucking share

“pizza and beer for free for all,” shouted the robot pope
“except for the human, tie him up with 3 feet of old rope!”

kicked aside and forgotten, nothing left to enjoy
at least I got my old job back: pizza delivery boy

extra cheesy pizza clogs my guts like glue,
deliver to the old man’s house, stinks worse than my nuts do
Track Name: CATCH 2029
too much pizza once again
went to sleep and woke up dead
this time it’s beyond the worst
I slept through end of the world

it’s like a nightmare never had
I don’t know what went wrong
I closed my eyes against my will
woke up with just this song

passed out from the overdose
judgment was yesterday
my sleep so deep I did not see
how we got washed away

all I know is that it’s gone
I wonder how it went
lifetime left to consider
and theorize bout The End

as long as I’ve been self aware
I’ve been dying to see
how human race would say goodbye
and what would come of me

now because I ate too much
I may not ever know
slept like a rock and now I’m fucked
oh well, let’s hit The Road
Track Name: BATTLE DAMAGE
twenty four and feeling old
sprained my ankle, hands are cold
took two weeks to heal right
belt is fitting kinda tight

fear that I am losing hair
my keys could be anywhere
heartburn after every slice
Matlock now makes me feel nice

I NEED A VACATION

there is no fate but what we make
but I don’t doubt my hip will break
time spent with a furrowed brow
is taking its harsh toll right now

future has no end in sight
too bad I can’t drive at night
I was prepared for this war
but I can’t go on any more

WE’RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT, ARE WE?
Track Name: AFTERBURNER
as the crew arrives on Mars
the captain looks beyond the stars
(NOW WHAT)

build the shelter, shower, shave
make some paintings in the caves
(OKAY)

dismantle the old space ship
save the parts used on the trip
(MARS ONE)

take the old propulsion jet
grab the spark plugs, don’t forget
(YES SIR)

use the extra rocket fuel
this is gonna be way cool
(OH SHIT)

threat assessment positive
one last order left to give
(ENGAGE)

power up and point at home
make dust from the human bones
(LATER)

no more Earthlings on our mind
we are Martians, just in time
(DICKWADS)
Track Name: NO FAT
[there is no fat but what we eat]