* it's breathing heavy
* ...it's competing 

A Battle Against An Annoying Foe

Departure (Chris Hammil Audio Mixing Contest)

Story: In this world, clowns aren't simply a matter of makeup; they embody inherent traits reflected in their physical appearance. What might seem like makeup is actually a result of peculiar deformities that have developed over time through anomalous adaptations. These adaptations have occurred over thousands of years, allowing them to better blend into their environment. Before the emergence of clowns, there were monsters inhabiting the skies. To survive, the clown people had to undergo genetic changes to mirror the designs of these monsters and the clouds above.

The story unfolds in a country known as Ballutopia, with its bustling capital, "Downtown Clowntown." This vibrant city attracts a myriad of clowns, jesters, jokers, magicians, and fools from all corners of the world, making it a major tourist destination and a hive of activity.
Life in Downtown Clowntown operates according to clown logic. Commutes to work involve riding elephants, peculiar bikes resembling small cars, or traversing tightropes for quicker travel. While conventional air transportation like airplanes is rare, clowns utilize cannons to launch themselves across vast distances, gently descending with the aid of travel balloons (not recommended for the faint-hearted). Entertainment reigns supreme, with lucrative careers in the performing arts, although traditional jobs in retail, business, farming, and engineering also exist. The skies above Downtown Clowntown exhibit a consistent color palette, transitioning from purple in spring to yellow in summer, orange in fall, and blue in winter. These curious anomalies stem from unique atmospheric elements influenced by the position of the sun and the planet, yet their exact cause remains a mystery. Despite its outward appearance of joy and festivity, Downtown Clowntown harbors countless untold stories beneath the surface. Beyond the city's confines lie endless opportunities for exploration, reminding residents that Clowntown is but a small fraction of the vast world beyond.

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[Verse]
Neon signs they blink and sneer,
Juggling dreams in the smoky air,
The clowns are loose the night’s a dare,
Big shoes slapping on concrete squares.

[Chorus]
Welcome to Downtown Clowntown,
Where the fools wear the crown,
Big red noses spinning ‘round,
Step right up it’s a circus town.

[Verse 2]
Painted faces laugh and sigh,
Cotton candy clouds drift by,
You lose your watch they wink goodbye,
Nothing’s real but the pie in the sky.

[Prechorus]
The alleyways hum a carnival tune,
Under the crooked clown-faced moon.

[Chorus]
Welcome to Downtown Clowntown,
Where the fools wear the crown,
Big red noses spinning ‘round,
Step right up it’s a circus town.

[Bridge]
Jack in the box jumps out to play,
Every smile’s a mask they say,
But the laughter steals your breath away,
You’ll stay, 
you’ll stay, 
you’ll stay.

DownTown ClownTown -Vers. II-

White Shadow

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