To Die In The Sky

by Pressure Clown

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WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This is not an album for children or the mentally unstable. It was an expression of the darkness I dealt with at the time, and as such, should be handled with care and responsibility. I mean, it's instrumental electronic beats and song, piano improv & singing, some written lyrical songs, some experimental horrorcore rap, and a ten minute spoken word and noise art collage. It's varied and scary, guess that's how I was then. I rarely even watch a horror film anymore, though it's a part of who I am and what I was fascinated with as a kid and I generally take some things more seriously though I can still joke about dark things occasionally.

I debated releasing this. That's partly because the content is irresponsible in it's effect on humans and during this time I was an irresponsible scientist behaving like a child. I'm not too proud of some things in my life. I look upon my pas,t and sometimes I see foolish mistakes and losses, people I never should've messed with, things I learned and didn't, times spent in communion living in the moment and trying to dream with others, and times I was evil and generally a terrible, disrespectful, human being.

I went through some changes, some loss and dark transition, I have searched for a center and a meaning and been frustrated with the state of myself where I could not find contentment but in disregard for my reality.

That's okay to a point but not if you're unhealthy about it.
There were bad and good times that no longer feel like they have much validity. Growing sure has it's pains. Did I grow? I'd say so. There are some pleasant songs here. And I also at one point wanted to make some really solid horrorcore rap tracks because I used to feel a connection to horror films, and I wasn't impressed with much I was finding in that field at the time, looking for things that were well written with originality & style, so yeah. I did what I could, Zombies and Motorbables are those..

Remember - IT'S JUST ART AND WORDS OUT OF MY SILLY BRAIN... I'M SORRY FOR BEING CRAZY AND DISTURBED HERE IN THESE DARK EXPRESSIONS... SORRY WORLD!!! Sorry people from back then... Thanks...

PROCEED WITH CAUTION....

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released June 22, 2017

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Pressure Clown Toledo, Washington

I sample my own tones, sounds, and instrumentation, and I play and arrange them in compositions to bring my odd imagination satisfaction. In the early days I sampled tv shows, records, and my sounds into keyboard instruments to create strange moments, statements, emotional expressions, unique musical events, and little worlds of sound. Pressure Clown , it's my madness for your brain snacks. Yum! ... more

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Track Name: Beautiful Breath
Beautiful Breath

Cornfield city - Sick baby shelter - Fiddle With a Sweetness, Sand down a pipe dream feeler - Grain on a drink butter baby - Sail over the sea of chowder, Wave to the mouse of powder - Tame Lions breathing in your food - Cranes seek out the sky and devide the evil in the moon - Cinderblocks make a fine cake for the dead - Skeleton Gravy, Got cooking in the shed - Sippin low butt beef butt cheddar, sand and a sand down cut down tree in the blood of a lamb - Crabs and biscuits, simple liquor if you lick her - It's pinned down into your wheel, like a butterfly in your meal - Serindipidous love child fornicating with a free pile of Saint Nicolas grand baby smiles - Say it gratefully stick your fingers into the mess - Sorry for cutting life up into a mixture - Faces don't play, I say what, I only want wanna fix your treadmill - Goin' to the path of immortality, animal mentality, creative brutality - Strangely enough it's mechanically seperatin chickens with a fatality - Tambourine man I'll take another shot of whiskey - Prince of assholes, liars, yeah fuck you bite the dust trust my stuff - Prince of the assholes them tree trunks are located by the way they walk and talk, they walk and talk, they walk and talk - Baby fuck assorted visions of precision incision, lick the frog of death entrust the breast of God and his beautiful breath - Lick the frog of death and entrust the breast of God and his beautiful breath - Lick the frog of death, entrust the breast of God and his beautiful breath - Lick the frog of death, entrust the breast of God and his beautiful breath - Lick the frog of death entrust the breast of God and his beautiful breath - Lick the frog of death and entrust the breast of God and his beautiful breath - Cornfield city - Sick baby shelter - Fiddle With a Sweetness, Sand down a pipe dream feeler - Grain on a drink butter babe - Seal over the Sail of chowder, and wave to the mouse of powder - Tame Lions are breathing in your food, Cranes shriek out the sky and devide the evil in the moon - Cinderblocks make a fine cake for the dead - Skeleton Gravy, Got cooking in the shed - Sippin low butt beef butt cheddar sand, and a cut down tree cooked in the blood of a lamb, Crabs and biscuits simple liquor if you lick her - It's pinned on to your wheel - like a butterfly in your meal - like a butterfly in your meal - like a butterfly in your meal - Serindipidous love child, fornicating with a free pile, of Saint Nicolas' grand baby smiles - I am sorry, for cutting life up into a mixture of faces that don't play, I say I only want to fix your treadmill - Goin' to the path of immortality, animal mentality, creative brutality - Strangely enough it's mechanically seperatin chickens with a fatality - Tambourine man I'll take another shot of whiskey - Prince of assholes and liars, fuck you bite the dust, trust in my stuff, tree trunks located by the way that they walk and talk - By the way that they walk and talk - Baby fuck - The assorted visions of precision incisions - Lick the frog of death, entrust the breast of God and his beautiful breath - Tree trunks are located by the way they walk and talk - Baby fuck, assorted visions of precision incisions, Lick the frog of death and entrust the breast of God, and his beautiful breath, his beautiful breath, and his beautiful breath - Now, baby fuck the assorted visions of precision incisions, Lick the frog of death and entrust the breast, of God, and his beautiful breath. Ha and his beaubibul bweath and heh beaudibul breaw and rerar rar weh uh reeow a bippon bon reeow bappin bappin boppin bappin bappin bappin boppem bappin bappin boppum boppom bappem boppum battem botta bappem ra-eh-ah-ah-eh-eh-eh-oh eh etc.
Track Name: Zombies In My Basement
Zombies In My Basement

I manufacture zombies in my basement - Spend all my extra time - Unchain them and I place them - Developing this virus, inject into the newly dead - They're alive - But now I have to keep em fed - I manufacture zombies in my basement - Spend all my extra time - Unchain them and I place them - Developing this virus, inject into the newly dead - They're alive - But now I have to keep em fed - I release them in the woods, or at the park, I pack them in the van and go rollin after dark - If the police give chase, I will erase - Throw em in the van and make another fuckin zombie case - When I was a kid I used to wanna kill zombies so I did it - And now the world's gettin sicker by the minute - The undead army lies deep within the trees, If a zombies on your neck bitch please don't complain to me - I manufacture zombies in my basement, See my laboratory sittin just adjacent, the corpses of the living dead are chained to my walls, I spend about a G a month on motherfucking Lysol, I manufacture zombies in my basement, sometimes I have to run and stop and chase them - There will be no use for morgues until they all live again - Tonight, the battle begins, get your sawed off and your biggest blade c'mon dig in, Get yourself a slice, or a blast of the guts, red meat, splatter, blad blood from the cuts, I'll be choppin em up - I'm a reanimator - Leave a bloody aftermath, got demons in my head that help me do the math - Make your brain bleed like some C+C+C's, when you get bit you're gonna catch it like the rabies, You can't save me, When I'm in the laboratory, I get gory and juicy, got my zombie girlfriend, her name's Lucy - Try to focus on reality but it seems like demons always get a grip on my salary - I know the love and light is in me, and it's bound to be, more real than the monster that's breathin on my mortality, but however it shall be - Evil is my game - And I'll never ever ever be the same - I manufacture zombies in my basement - Spend all my extra time - Unchain them and I place them - Developing this virus, inject into the newly dead - They're alive - But now I have to keep em fed - I manufacture zombies in my basement, sometimes I have to run to the street, and chase them - There will be no use for morgues until they all live again, When I grow up I wanna be a zombie killa, just me and my sword and a blunt, and fuck the skrilla, cause mindless bloodshed makes me happy mommy - I'm going to town - with a fuckin machete on me - A few severed heads and about, 20 arms, a siamese octopus, in a bloody body farm - It's legal as long as I'm a zombie bounty hunter - It's piles of bloody meat forever I hope it's longer - I manufacture zombies in my basement, sometimes I fucking love to run and chase them, chop them into peices they're still moving mommy - It's like a boa constrictor salami - Is it okay, if I bomb the whole country? Can I be your hero, and will you try to take it from me? I love to make zombies in my basement, and you know, you can't ever trace them. Always got a take out a little anger on something, why not bust a zombie with a cannon? It's nothing. Satisfying splatter make a splash on my page, and a repeated death saves me a ball of rage, it's like a stress ball at work, or some target practice, only flesh is better than some fuckin plastic, and you don't wanna miss, that's what this is, you got that walkin at you ready to bite, livin and loving and killing zombies is the only way to ride - In my basement, do know what else to do, I just had a replacement, I blasted him too, and I need some ammunition, hands back on my sword, what an awkward position, I'm surrounded by all the zombies in my basement, If these are my last words I'm sorry for defacement of reality and humanity, And for all the world's just a zombie ball, gimme all the blood you got and fuck 'em all.... WRRRRRRRAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAAAA
Track Name: Celebrating Collapse
Celebrating Collapse-

Oh yeah you know I suck suck but you know but you know I might actually... Wow I might actually fuckin straight up fuckin suck suck but you know... If I actually do this you never know. Here we go - Rollin round the ssss... ohh.... I suck suck. Okay here we go: Rollin round the centuries, I'm interested in mysteries, I petrify the ministry, but it's kind of interesting - The liver loving son of a gun with the pineapple and asparagus, Now the battle has begun with a score of two against one. - Overshadow your shadow of a doubt, center your frame over your heart that's hiding in the clouds, can't remember a murder you didn't commit, so you might as well sit, and let this shit become a trend - marionettes on puppet strings bring me candy and other things - kitty cats and locust birds try to find me, they think they heard a secret whisper from the grave reminds me, of a century in my life, one of so many disasters, praises be for this life, it's a bloody cunt you're a bastard, shank a warthog and cutoff his mug, you could slaughter the martyr and become destiny's drug - Doomsday bringeth the sickest things from baby zombies to vampire wings - jiangshi - so here it comes let it mix me - wave of mutilation like the pixies, can't afford to fix me, yeah the shredder and krang seem so plain, I was the mastermind in a corporation of shame - Little did I know it was all in my brain, So now I crawl in the dirt, hide in my shirt, talkin to the worms, see the roots turn - Churn and burn with a bulldozer composer, rolled me over - I'm just a chowder mixed with powder and a lot of sauce - So who's the boss? Tony Danza. He drove a panzer tank over the tragedy - That's what it feels like losing faith in your humanity - To get to me you gotta use a crane - At the compound, we were like some straight punk gangters, smoke a bowl with a brother and a baby in a manger, now I'm a power ranger - Go, Go danger, Now you're a stranger - Huffin gasoline, teach the youth how to be stupid and become a dope fiend - Sadly this clash of words has emerged after centuries of bullshit that I've learned - And I sit and watch it crumble - All the beauty in the world in the palm of my hand, and I sit and watch it crumble into sand. - All the beauty in the world in the palm of my hand, and I sit and watch it crumble into sand... Yep, Unfortunately. Ahh. Unfortunately we are encapsulated. You know? Unfortunately we are encapsulated. This is the truth. Mass deforestation of brain cells, after the crane fell, they couldn't pick me up again, I wriggled with no limbs and that's what's up, Hellen Keller makes me grateful for my fuckin faculties, but it's hard to believe, at the extent of the global casualties, when I see all the creatures that are stuck to me, don't say fuck to me - If you cuss, I will bust into three sections, and then all my parts will have instant C-Sections, devided to eat your brain out from all sides - When we vomit blood, Niagra Falls landsides - The beast, The afterlife - Praise to the dead that helped us learn how to get ahead: Mistakes of the caveman all the way to the pavement, Now it's a shame the way it went - So advanced technologically, but now you want to give society an apology, for killing thousands of people, and claiming good over evil - We will - Remember what you said until you're dead, and the maggots are fed - From the crispy crust of your burnt up head - Never forget all the little things, common folks are a rarity, now we are a parody, laugh at the hilarity - When we don't see how stupid we are, it's all a dream - Inside a scheme, of a satanic computer, I'll shoot her, like Mother brain right inside the mainframe - Influential monumental, Of course I write with a pencil. That's some lentil soup for your mentals... Gargantuan creatures spill from the teeth, the lessons of a mad scientist and a variety of beasts, I created a space station so everyone could see - Me and my monsters can get payed for free - Hello evil creatures beneath us, I think you have the keys, It's underneath the ground and radio frequencies - Tiny brains can't believe I accomplished the impossible - Welcome to history, froze your remains like a fossil... Goodnight kids - How do you like, from the straw or straight out the glass, drinkin out the ass... Chips ahoy... Boppity Bo... Mumbly yo... Land Ho... Fossilized Nose... You're Cold.
Track Name: Kill Policeman Now
Kill Policeman Now-

Pop Pop Pop Kill Policeman now Pop Pop Pop Kill Policeman now Etc. --- Come on!!! Kuh Kuh Kuh Kuh Kuh Kuh You had a rough day, You had a rough day, Now you're going away right now, You wanna go down to the downtown district, and get a policeman's pants, and take a wild dance. And you wanna hit him in the face - And now, guess what? More policemen are in the place - And you're gonna get down to the ground, and your head's gonna be smashed around! - Kill kill kill the policeman noooow yeeeeah yeah Pop Pop Pop Kill Policeman now... Etc. You're unemployed, you feel like a toy, you just been used and you feel bruised, but you can't complain cause you're goin insane, and you feel like you're just a silly brain - So you go in the place, say your disgrace, and you just wanna grab a cop's fuckin face, and ya say "HEEEEEEEEY. HEEEEEEEEY. Heeeey" Pop Pop Pop Kill Policeman now Etc - How's everything been since you killed policeman? I visit your grave monthly and it's basement. And I say "Oh my goodness. All the police that spit on your grave last night." - We burned a fire for my friend. And we laughed at how your energy was so vibrant. Pop Pop Pop Kill Policeman now Etc. Kill policeman now, Kill policeman now. You kill one, can't kill them all. You try to do it but you will fall. You do it all night, you do it tall. You stand strong but you're gonna build a hole.... Pop Pop Pop Kill Policeman now Etc. Tonight's the night!!! TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT!!! Pop Pop Pop Kill Policeman now Etc. Now now now now...... You buried yourself over again, and it's time to roll over and over again tonight. Say goodnight to the stupid ideas you always had about rage when you were angry, and guess what? Here it comes again... Here they come again... And you wanna just do this just one more time just one more time just one more...
Track Name: I Will Fight Them
"Anybody, I will fight them, against them. Bye Bye" - sample of a normal Iraqi dad guy who was tired of his town being invaded by everyone, just wanted to live his life and work and take care of his family.
Track Name: This Is A Bird
This Is A Bird-

There was a bird, that was flying. And it flowed down slow. There was a bird, that was flying. And he said, "this is old, so" This is your time. This is a bird, flying, flying. You know it's by design but he don't know, don't know why it is now.
Track Name: No Plants
No Plants -

You've walked, into a world where there's no plants. You've walked, into a world where there's no plants. There's no plants. There's no plants. More detail now: Now we got some plants. When they're hiding in the paint on the fence. But, don't ignore, the ones who go for the score. And it's all right and they run up beside you down and over everything. When they run over you they don't know. When they run over they don't know. They don't know what they run over now. Now they run over, now they run over, now they run over every time. Stuck at a piano, but it's alright I'm a soprano. WAAAAAAAAAAWAWAWAWAWA.
Track Name: Gary Watch Out
You're going to have to explore this one on your own. The layers of noise creatures, the spoken word surreal garbage journey. The other world of dark tones emerging. Electronic surrealist funeral/trash day.. Oh and Gary Watch Out. Well, a woman on the bus screamed that and dropped her stack of papers everywhere on the bus while making a slow turn through traffic. It seemed like PTSD/Schizophrenia. It was sad. However, the effect it had on the bus crowd was mesmerizing. She was fine after that. Just picked up her papers. Now it's a code phrase for a disturbed person when they are on the approach ahead. A way to not offend the crazy person by having them overhear "this person is crazy, let's get out of their way and cross the street." No, we just say "Gary Watch Out: 12 'o clock" I mean c'mon, crazy people have feelings too.