Attack & Decay

Aimless Airlines

I trust you are enjoying your flight onboard Aimless Airlines. May I please remind you that the "fasten seat belts" signs are still lit only to test how well you can question thier authority. Also, it is my sad duty to report to you all that our estimated time of arrival in the City of Bright Hopeful lights has been postponed to an indefinite period of time. But all of this is beyond your control right now, so you may as well just sit back and take in some of the scenery. Those of you to the left, if you look out your windows, will see a beautiful, bright red sunset over the undulating Sea of Uncertainty. Those of you to the right will catch an awe inspiring eyefull of the Mountains of Burden, the Jungles of Madness and some warning sign we're just going to ignore. Those of you down in the cargo bay can't see a damn thing, can you? Well, I have a feeling you like it that way. Also, please do not be alarmed at the sight of all your fears and worries accumulating on the wings of the plane. I assure you this is a perfectly natural phenomenon and they're quite harmless, unless of course you aggravate them. I would like to thank you all again for flying Aimless. And now folks, I'm afraid I have some bad news. It seems that the movie scheduled to be shone on this evening's flight got mixed up with the life jackets, and was jettisoned with them earlier while we where lightening our load. Oh never fear, I have every intention of providing you with entertainment during the course of this journey. It just looks as if in order to do so, I'm gonna' have to sing you a few songs. So hey, this first one goes out to all you wacky and crazy conspiracy theorists out there, and THEY know who you are. It goes something like this...

Well actually, it goes exactly like this...

Planet Doom

You're a cool, cool fool in a zoo...You're raising up the signs of the times X 2...Tumble on down to the bubbling shore...The trouble and rubble and the bumbling whore...We got tribal life on future's floor...A combination lock on Heaven's door...We're gonna' do a show at the foot of the tomb...Rock and roll and thrash and croon!...We're gonna' shake it on down on Planet Doom...Yeah just tear it all down on Planet Doom...We're gonna' sing a tune. We're gonna' sue the Moon...We're gonna' do our thing on Planet Doom, Yow!...I touched down, down, down on the ground somewhere around that forty foot tall bloodhound...You know innocence don't mean to much these days...They just trip you up two hundred different ways...Yeah we're going to where you'll learn real soon how to clean your house with a witch's broom...Yeah hold on tight, kids! Next stop: Planet Doom!...Sha-sha-shoom!...Va-va-vroom!...Zip! Bam! Pow! and Ka-boom!...You just woke me up right here, here on Planet Doom!

Concrete Trip

Well, I pounded on the gates of a "Don't Walk" sign...It just blinked at me and said "You better wait in line!"...I looked around me, saw the threat was empty...And decided that I just didn't have the time...'Cause I need to go on a Concrete Trip tonight...Yeah just bask in the glare of the brightest street light...Just step on the cracks. They won't break any backs...Just walk around on some hollowed out ground...'Cause I'm going out on a Concrete Trip tonight, yeah...I'm gonna' shimmer with the shiny shards of glass tonight, yeah...You can read between the lines of the neon signs tonight, yeah...'Cause I'm going out on a Concrete Trip tonight, yeah...Well I know the difference between Heaven and Hell...It just depends on whether or not you can stand the smell...Those shards of glass, yeah those shards of glass...They're all just the memories of drunken nights past...Vertical seas! Symmetrical trees!...Those proud glowing spires make me weak in the knees...I turn a right angle to a grated floor...A gust of darkness and a booming roar...I'm overwhelmed! I'm taken off guard...I float to the sidewalk like a playing card...Yet somehow when I reach the pavement, I still hit it pretty damn hard... About an hour or so after the bars all close...The city goes off it gets a life of its own...It gets the wheel of fate a spinning all a sideways and...It crawls on thirteen legs to some great unknown...But those shards of glass, yeah those shards of glass...They hang in there. They keep a clinging to its ass...They'll bring it back down to the world we know just in time to see the dawn...And I pick myself up and shrug off the pain...The same way my cigarette keeps on burning in the rain...I hear a heavy sigh come from the hole in the sky...I don't even stop to ask myself why...'Cause I'm going out on a Concrete Trip tonight, yeah!
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R-rollin' Ball o' Life

Before me...This place was clean...It was all spit 'n polish and pristine...And then I came...A little ball...Who rolled and rolled 'til he was...A hundred miles tall...Yep...That's right...I'm the R-rollin' Ball o' Life...A zillion eyes...A zillion lungs...A zillion ears...and half as many tongues...My layers are slime...And genitalia...You think it's gross. Ha! Ha!...But I'll never fail ya..."Now wait! Hold tight!"...Said a R-ragin' Ball o' Light..."I think you're scum, an unpleasent sight...And I'm gonna' set things right!"...And said "Yeah? Go ahead and try it!...My core is hard...You can not deny it!"...And so I...I had a fight...with the R-ragin' Ball o Light...My scars are deep...My sores are wide...And I have no place to hide...I would be dead...But life's my game...I keep on rrollin' all the same...And then I roll...to a brand new hight...I give my R-rorin' Shout o' Might...But even at night...or when it rains...the light's still there...inside my many brains...It'll take some layers...It'll even dent 'em...But it won't stop...My momentum...I'm still going...and that's my right 'cause I'm...The R-rollin' Ball o' Life!

Word of the Day

Well, I once had this job. I was working as a bus boy at a restaurant on the waterfront. It was a job that consisted of many things, but as far as I saw it, it all boiled down to kissing the asses of numerous rich, dumb tourists. You know, grobling for that extra tip money to supplement the minimum wage so that I can actually live off what I make. So anyways, this one day at work this guy who's in the same position, he comes up to me and sais "So Ffej, what's the Word of the Day?" And I said "Huh?" "I said, what's the Word of the Day?" And I said "Yeah, HUH! Huh is the Word of the Day." To which he imediatly responds: "NOPE! CAN'T BE! UH-HUH! WRONG ANSWER!" And so I ask him: "So why can't "Huh" be the Word of the Day?" "Because from that word stems mediocrity." To which I reply: "Well maybe, just perhaps maybe, today is a mediocre day!" "You see now that's where you're wrong, Ffej. TODAY IS A GREAT DAY!"

Desperate Anthem

Well, the Gods got nuclear power...And the earth's got the ocean tide...Society has a big long stick...What've you got? Ha! A bumpy ride...A ruged, high speed lifestyle...Without a seatbelt on...You wonder what the hell everybody does...Well they just go along...You say you want to be different. Hey great! But that's not sellable...You need to know just where you stand to be a successful rebel...It seems to me like you've lost yourself: identity in a jumble...We are here to save the day. Yeah, we're here to pick up your fumble...Just look in the mirror, the mirror you can not see...You will find you look a lot like me...You say you're tired of standing in a line...Well, I am just sick of listening to you whine...Go ahead and mock that zombie on TV...'Cause all the while you bitch an moan, the zombie on TV is happy...Yeah birds, you know, they all fly in flocks...And even lions have reason to walk about with "pride"... Just subscibe to a fish's "school" of thought...And get some meaning for your sorry lives...Yeah, that's what it's all about folks...Meaning for your sorry lives.
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Those Stars

Isn't it funny how going at high speeds makes things small, then big real fast then small again?...Like that time I was lying in the back of a motorized monster...Yeah, we where roaring down the road. I mean no easy way to stop...the direction up tilted at the force of my whim. I was ascending. Oh, if only the world had a top...Visual ruins of trees flowed down two blury rivers, vanishing point drain at the end of the street...And street light streaks where being effortlessly sucked into lingering oblivion far below my feet...Oh, I would have been having a great time...You know, just kicking back, watching the show...But Those Stars, Those Stars, those goddamn stars, Those Stars just refused to go...No big deal! I knew the reasons. I've studied the laws that explained it all...But triangulating the points brought me back the fact that I was very, very small...It would've been more comforting if they came down to me boasting and braging as such..."I'm so bigger than your whole puny world and hotter than all the nuclear bombs that scare you so much!"...If they caused me to evaporate right then and there, well at least that would mean they had something to prove...But Those Stars, Those Stars, those motherfucking stars, Those Stars wouldn't even bother to move!...People have tried to read the stars...And sure that information must be important, to have come so far from sources so old...But concerning the bugs and the worms and the measly little germs of this world, well somehow I'm not exactly sold...That possible wrong turn or well placed bump in the road wouldn't have put me close to that brilliance in the sky...But it just might have thrown me, hurled me, sent me far enough out there to make me die...Yeah, going that speed made me small, then big real fast, then small again allright...And Those Stars, Those Stars, those terrible stars, they hung over my head all night.

The Space Myte Suite

This song doesn't have any lyrics, silly! But I'll take this opportunity to point out what most earthlings fail to realize. Not only do the movements of this piece occur simultaniously in different possible realities, but they continue to occur in the listener's subconsciousness aftarwards. Take the number of times you've blinked since you've heard it, divide by every imaginary friend you've ever had, and round up to your nearest hope for the future, and you are experiencing THAT movement in The Space Myte Suite.

All Quiet on the Front Porch

My neighbor 'cross the street spends most his time sitting on the front porch...My neighbor's favorite seat is the one outside his door facing my porch...He watches and he stares and sometimes even glares...Maybe I should spend some time sitting on the front porch too...My neighbor thinks it's neat to keep his shotgun with him on the front porch...He thinks it's tough to beat, yeah, keeping that big gun with him on the front porch...He says it's just for bears, yet still it'd raise my hairs...'Les I kept my shotgun with me on the front porch too...I think we'll get along just fine, don't you?...I hear him keep a beat while having target practice on the back porch BANG! BANG! BANG!...He never skips a beat while nailing all them pigeons from the back porch BANG! BANG! BANG!...With all the noise out there, I don't beleive he'd care...If I practiced shooting things aiming off the back porch to! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Thank you!

Critical Mass

Well, I spent my whole life in a passive, sort of AWOL...All rolled up in the corner in a tiny, tight fetal ball...Well, they really don't teach you what you need to know in school...They never ever taught me when to really really blow my cool...I got a note from the world it came to me emotional class...She said "Welcome, Son! You've just reached the Critical Mass." ...It'll break or it'll bend...But it'll all have the same end...They're gonna' push me to the wall...They're gonna' set me up for the fall... Well just let 'em! Ha! Ha! Just let 'em!...No More...Waiting...No More ...Today ...Waiting ...To Say ...Allright ...Okay ...Well, I saw myself sitting in my not so sweet home...Just a little bit stoned and very alone...The horrors of the here and now where about me...I wondered if they'd still be around without me...The to's and throws and ins and outs...And running randomly about...Excuses, Abuses, and Little White Ruses...I've wrung 'em all out and dryed up their uses...It's not gonna' stop when the day is here...It's only gonna' stop when I say it's here...THE DAY IS HERE!...Well, you call it a problem, you only give it power...You call it a phase and you're only gonna' wait forever...The ticking clock, the rolling rock, the freezing rain, the cold hard knife...Just confront these things and, behold, you got the essence of life...I'm going down and that's okay...I wouldn't have it any other way...They're gonna' put me to the test...They're gonna lean on me with their best...Well, just LET 'EM!

Good Drug Music

You tell me to shut off that din...Watch your mouth 'cause that's the space I live in...Who should care about my loud toys?...What the hell, man! It's a world of noise...Peace of mind, it's all getting hurled...Lets face up to our cacophonous world...You don't have to wear a big frown...My Good Drug Music will just help it go down...Lets get high off some amplitude...VU needles swing along with your mood...Take the bass and swallow it whole...Rumble in your chest is good for the soul...Just take a hit off a sonic BOOM!...My Good Drug Music will fill up the whole room.