Agatha Crane Patreon Version (Streaming)
 
Hello Everyone!

This post is open to the public and streaming my song "Agatha Crane" via Soundcloud. My patrons on Patreon have already received mp3's of the song several days ago. Thank you so much for helping my make music! I love you.

This song is inspired by Agatha Crane, one of the possible investigators you can play in the second edition board game called Mansions of Madness. It's a great cooperative game not unlike Zombicide in which you play investigators trying stop an Eldritch Horror from happening. It's tough to save the world from Cthulhu, and we have failed many times. You download an app with the game that takes on the role of the referee/game master. We adore this game published by Fantasy Flight Games, and have now bought all the expansions for it. They need to make more! Alas, they don't seem to be supporting it anymore. *Picture me making a sad face.*

(Yes, I quote a bit of "My Bonnie lies one the ocean" at the end of choruses.)

This photo of me was taken by Ryan Nutick of Tanuki Photography in 2013 at that year's Conflikt. I have cropped it slightly, Ryan. (Please forgive.)

Lyrics:
Agatha Crane
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell

Agatha Crane is going insane
As she wanders a mansion of madness.
The kitchen walls bleed, and all the halls lead
To a dimension of horror and sadness.

She sometimes gets scared as she wanders the lair
Of an eccentric who's living in Innsmouth.
As a mob outside swarms, our lady informs
"We'll need daggers to chop off their fins with."

Chorus:
Agatha is brave and wise until she hears the Eldritch cries
Of cultists. How the Dagon priest chants of deep ones now released!
Or Shoggoth wanders from the sea and warbles Tekelili-li.
Oh bring back, bring back, bring back Cthulhu to me to me
Oh pour Miss Crane a pot of tea.

The butler on staff gives a terrified laugh
Before blithely removing his eyeballs.
Singing begins, making worldly veils thin.
No fences will save them or high walls.

Chorus:

Reprise first verse

Agatha Crane is wracking her brain
To turn all her horror to clues.
She'll play it by ear and conquer her fear
And pray that her mind will not unglue.

Oh bring back, bring back, bring back Cthulhu to me to me
Oh pour Miss Crane a pot of
Oh pour Miss Crane a pot of
Oh pour Miss Crane a pot of tea.