Susurrations From The Hive

‘Susurrations’ was conceived as an exploration and expansion of some of the same themes I used in ‘Where there’s a Wheel there’s a Wall’, but from a global perspective. Now I’m finally getting going on it, eight years later! This blog is part venue for the work in progress, from rough conceptual ‘sketches’ to the finished production, and part development log.

Like a deconstructivist building, where you walk in and see the all the ducts and inner workings, all aspects of ‘Susurrations from the Hive’ are revealed and transparent, in both time and space. It should be like seeing a city from far above, and slowly coming to understand the characters that live their lives in each individual home.

Wondertwin of Despair

First new lyric in at least a year. I am so lame.
Serviceable.

wondertwins

you drive me to distraction
with your slightly parted veil
after half a dozen days
and two dozen broken eggs
i think i know you pretty well

i see the pain behind your eye
it’s just like mine
oh my wondertwin of despair
i see you there

so lets get down to business.
ask me what i want this to be
if nothing’s right or wrong
i just want to feel strong
but baby, i want to feel weak

this generation’s like no other
they never had these words when lovers meet
when tempers grow like boiling water
they can blow away in the steam

i see the pain behind your eye
it’s just like mine
oh my wondertwin of despair
i see you there

And I wrote a bridge to go with it, with a melody and everything, but it doesn’t fit. Not sure what a Gogmagog reference would go with… ‘Geoffrey of Monmouth the Musical’?

like gog and magog we’ll survive and we’ll slide down the sides
we are lured by the size of a sea uncompromised

like gog and magog our old eyes watch kings die
and the old red sun shines again into deep black water

11/6/2017

I changed the bridge to be more specific to a traditional, non-western culture that is changing

11/.13/2017

improved second verse quite a bit

 

The Bees Are Going Home

leave the babies, leave the honey
it’s time to go
all the bees are going home
no one knows where they stay
the bees are going home today

theres better things and better days
and better ways than the slavery of the hive
for every flower, there’s a drone
and each and every one only wants to feel alive
but if a drone goes off alone
can the queen survive?

leave the babies, leave the honey
it’s time to go
all the bees are going home