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DARK SIDE OF THE BRAIN

by Brain Vacation

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1.
PREAPATHETIC 05:32
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
2.
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
3.
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)
4.
DOWNTIME 10:06
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
5.
BAD MEDICINE 20:20
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
6.
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
7.
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.
8.
SARAH'S SONG 03:49
9.
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
10.
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
11.
CATCH 2029 09:39
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
12.
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?
13.
AFTERBURNER 15:29
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)
14.
NO FAT 04:10
[there is no fat but what we eat]

about

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 August 5, 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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