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I try not to make wishes
01:40
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Consecrated Bridge
05:12
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Truth is a beautiful thing
But it hurts so bad
Two people know only the dreams in their hearts,
It means they could be had
Know we don't know but speak and see
Feel and be mean to agree
Tossing sparks anger dark messy marks
But I'm in the same place with this condition
As it was many chapters before this
My life derailed the gravy train
And I couldn't leave the sauce lagoon
By the wreckage I stewed
Observe the passing birds and I stayed
Different flowers as they bloomed
Through passing seasons like a knife
My shadow haunting you
Before my statue is fully sealed
I beg perchance for your ear
Receive this last news
The reason for this catastrophe
Was merely follies of false eternal youth
The body's fragile instrument
Took by the wicked savagery of truth
Passing without lawful meaning
Souls and dreams alive and ghosts
A curtain someday drawn back for proof
A vessel shattered anew
Resounding harvest of collectors
Gathering spirits like children's time for dinner due
Buncha fuckin nonsense damn it
I need my guitar
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Stilled Meadow
03:27
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Blind
06:48
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After our pals left the storefront
We went driving wickedly away
The dead grey gloom of the Washington sky
Surrounding endless years of our lives
Some of us too troubled inside volatile minds
Oh so many times was I
You wouldn't trust us by our looks
Not in your life
But we were the weirdos
Of the wild dark times
Listening to GODFLESH out of our minds
I could tell you about Tim Inman
And his brutalist psychosis
Endless coffee nights at Kenmore Denny's
Getting toasted
We weren't smart but our youth it made us blind
All the time
Lots of strange things happened without making sense
All the time
It was so gnarly, the endless weirdness of the forest
Where something always lurked
I quit my jobs to be a more well -rounded
Addiction seeking jerk
Optimistic nihilist
Pseudo philosophical
But impulsive boring dude
But all the scary shit that happened in those times
Was the dark kid that I was,
Now more broken left behind?
I don't miss the insanity, but it sure was punk rock
Not the social consciousness but the bad part
That's enough
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Ah no, my lovely people
What if I am stuck
In my dead-end soul?
Ah, no. It's not forever
I'm not a bitter mañ
Lemme show you
Where the good things go
Where do the good things go?
Recently, usually, I've been avoiding, reclusive and lame.
Maybe always in my room
I'm full of sad bugs where I lay
I hate getting up to know
I'm still the person place and thing
I am
Makes me feel weird
And I'm this old
One day the bugs in my brain will eat me away
My list of reasons to hate myself
Is longer than the sum of my years
I'll fill up all the houses in my river of tears
I've always been strange bit crazy
But I don't want to be mean
Stay inside a dead cocoon
Not much interests me
Except music medication
Literary tropes and things
Wasteful compartment world
Shitting endless plastic into the breeze
Fast food convenient filling
For a life so empty and serene
Chaotic preference passing through the land
Party hard, and celebrate
Starvation in the sand
Money's yours
Throw it, flush it, fuck it, kill it, till it fades
Circumstance has made them gods
But helpless dreamers toil everyday
Interesting? But then I'd say
Pain is non-transferable from a distant image
Story someone you don't know
Some countless souls at their most painful limit
Empathize but can't and won't take their body
And go up in it
That one human story is just as frail as our own
Each day a thread of chaos makes it's way
Winding like a snake through all we've known
That nips our tail
Today Tomorrow Too crazy dear
It's all beyond control
I wonder if today I end up
In the endless mortal blow
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Ran Out of Brocolli
00:19
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Pressure Clown Toledo, Washington
Myweirdmusic is a thing I've been doing here and there off and on since I was a kid in 6th grade. It's sequenced on old DOS tracker programs and it's mostly derived from samples of sounds I made, older stuff samples films, the radio. One uses SEGA Genesis sounds for the beats. Guitar, kazoo, beat box, whatever I had to do to accomplish the idea.Thanks for supporting my mad scientist orchestrations ... more
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