‘quarantini’ – roll for initiative

christina is hard at work developing her new board game ‘quarantini’.  seems a bit complicated, with d20’s, cocktail shakers and hard spirits.  but it’s got great balance – to win one must possess both luck and skill.

some of you seem to like the longer mixes.  this is for you:

songlist:

  1.  all along the chilltower
  2.  made of words
  3.  miscalculation
  4.  shiver shake
  5.  funeral for stars

 

listen to ‘funeral for stars’ on spotify

‘funeral for stars’ is now online at spotify. we’d be ever so grateful if you had a listen (or two!).

never said a word
and anyway no one would believe me
i never was a flower
started as a weed

the house was on a tilt
the wind was like a weapon
but i couldn’t feel the chill
it was the start of something free

and it was wild and it was normal
like it happened every day
and it was rare and out of order
it was time and it was space

but we’re trapped inside the orbit
like a game in the arcade
well do you want to play
do you want to play

it was springtime in detroit
it was music during wartime
cause the last thing that I said
was the quietest goodbye
but you know I’m just a liar
I keep my own self in the darkness

driving in black cars
a funeral for stars
driving in black cars
a funeral for stars

never said a word
no one would believe me
never was a flower
started as a weed

i will always seek you out
i am a drone

gettin’ low in the high-rise

gotta twitch in my right eye
i’ve got an itch in my mind’s eye
i’m livin’ low in the high-rise
looking out from the inside

i’m growing limbs like a bonsai
i’m taking tips like a p.i.
i tell fibs but i don’t lie
looking out from the inside

ease your grip before you capsize
i’m eating limes in the lime-light
sour face is the new blight
looking in from the outside

can’t you be civilized for a little while?
can’t you act typical for a point in time?

i’ve gotta twitch in my right eye
i’ve got an itch in my mind’s eye
livin’ low in the high-rise
looking out from the inside

can’t you act civilized for a little while?
can’t you be typical for a point in time?

i’ve gotta twitch in my right eye
i’ve got an itch in my mind’s eye
livin’ low in the high-rise
looking out from the inside

miscalculation

a song for the times….

i ain’t going to be last one
but i ain’t going to be the first one
i think you should do the honors

but it was just a little lockdown
a tiny problem with reactors
no need to sound the alarm bells
you can finish your lunch yeah

and i ain’t going to be the first one
but i might not be last one
i think we picked up something deadly
when we made it to re-entry

someone’s gotta be the first one
but i ain’t going to be the first one
i think we made a mistake
maybe miscalculated

you know the question’s a hard one
someone asked me to be gentle
but i told them i’m a cactus
so what do we do about this

you know the question’s a good one
someone asked me to be all things
well i’m a little out of practice
in the omniscient arena

so i’ll just wait for a subpoena
and for them to call me in