I really did try to get this Fruit Bowl thing happening, but it's not happening enough, and I think there's a good game in there if only my brain could think for two seconds without going "OMG, It's so hot!!"
So, I'm going to put that particular game on hold, and we'll make that next week's game. Hopefully it's 3 or 4 or 500 degrees cooler, next week.
Snow would be great! Can it snow next week, please!?!
Instead, then, I've been twiddling about with music, and planning out a JMTrackr rewrite.
I don't think I can come up with anything amazing, and I'm fairly sure it'll still end up sounding "plinky plinky", but my head's thinking in terms of "verse, chorus", and I think that's a better way to go than the haphazard randomisation that the current version uses.
I wonder if I can find a better instrument set, too, to get everything that little bit more .. betterer..
We'll see.
Honestly, right now I just feel like curling up inside a fridge!
[verse]
The heat is intense. What do I do? (what do I do?)
I'm going to melt. It's really true. (It's really true)
I'm not sure if the weather will be hot again today.
I wish the rain would come, and that the heat would go away.
[pre-chorus]
(Heat) It's too hot.
(Heatwave is on) It's too hot.
(Heatwave is on) It's too hot.
(Heatwave is on) It's too hot.
(Heatwave is on)
[break]
[chorus]
Like a blast from a furnace. The feeling is hot. (Hot)
Gonna come out and burn us. The heatwave is hot. (Hot)
And you're not gonna like it. The air is too hot. (Hot)
Even with a big fan on. It still is too hot. (Hot)
(It's still too hot)
[break]
[bridge - airy]
I turn on the shower, and it trickles down upon me,
Flowing rather gently from the head. (From the head, from the head of the shower)
The water isn't hot, because I've set the dial to five percent,
The sprinkles splashing down my face will cool me once again.
(cool)
(cool, cool shower)
(cool me down)
(cool)
[break]
[chorus]
Like a blast from a furnace. The feeling is hot. (Hot)
Gonna come out and burn us. The heatwave is hot. (Hot)
And you're not gonna like it. The air is too hot. (Hot)
Even with a big fan on. It still is too hot. (Hot)
(It's still too hot)
[break]
[verse]
The heat is insane. I simply can't cope. (I cannot cope)
I just don't know how to stay too cool. (too cool)
Why's the weather keep staying so hot? (So hot)
Bring on the snow, bring on the snow. (Bring it on! Yeah)
[chorus]
Like a blast from a furnace. The feeling is hot. (Hot)
Gonna come out and burn us. The heatwave is hot. (Hot)
And you're not gonna like it. The air is too hot. (Hot)
Even with a big fan on. It still is too hot. (Hot)
(It's still too hot)
[interlude]
[pre-chorus]
(Heat) It's too hot.
(Heatwave is on) It's too hot.
(Heatwave is on) It's too hot.
(Heatwave is on) It's too hot.
(Heatwave is on)
[break]
[chorus]
Like a blast from a furnace. The feeling is hot. (Hot)
Gonna come out and burn us. The heatwave is hot. (Hot)
And you're not gonna like it. The air is too hot. (Hot)
Even with a big fan on. It still is too hot. (Hot)
(It's still too hot)
Ext. Church Fete
[Dave and Mrs Thompson are stood behind a fete stall full of ScrunchCakes, whilst the blazing blue light shines from the Mini Fridge]
Mrs Thompson: Are you sure that's as dark as you can get it?
Dave: I tried my best. Even sticking an old crusty ScrunchCake over it didn't help.
Mrs Thompson: Well, it certainly makes our stall stand out.
[Vicar approaches]
Vicar: Very blue, over here, David. What's with the glowing fridge?
Dave: I bought it on the Amazon deals. I didn't think it'd be this blue.
Vicar: Can you not turn it off?
Mrs Thompson: We've been trying out best for the past few days.
Dave: Would you like to try an un-melted Chocolate ScrunchCake, Vicar?
Vicar: Does it glow blue?
Mrs Thompson: Only if you stand too close to the fridge.
Vicar: And is there still a sausage in it?
Dave: Of course!
Mrs Thompson: They're ok. I wouldn't let him sell them if they weren't.
[Dave opens the Mini Fridge and is bathed in an even more vibrant blue, as he pulls out a Chocolate ScrunchCake.]
[The Vicar stands, examining the glowing blue ScrunchCake]
Vicar: Why, thank you David.
Mrs Thompson: It gets less blue, the further from the fridge you get.
Vicar: ..Right...
Dave: They're safe to eat, don't worry!
Vicar: I'll hold you to that.
[Vicar walks away, eating the ScrunchCake]
Dave: See, told you. It's fine.
Mrs Thompson: Get that bloomin light fixed, David.
[End Credits Roll]
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