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 type of deconstructivist building, where you walk in and see the building materials and inner structure exposed, 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.

A Perfect Heart

a perfect heart

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we were up all night going crazy
partied all night with the drug king’s lady
then this girl comes up wanting something
you looked up and you noticed the tension

never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart

cuz sometimes i like things that are fake
i like whatever girl is mine to take
i wanted it wanted it wanted it, it’s true
you went off for a while with some dude

never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart

now we’re taking the first bus home
somethings wrong but what i dont know
the city is quiet and so are you
life can be scary and beautiful too

never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart

some people cry as loud as the world
but you and i laugh like a boy and a girl

never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart
never gonna have a perfect heart

Out With a Bang

out with a bang

c f
shes so alive
am c
that when you blink your eyes
g
shes gone
f
out with a bang
g
out with a bang
c
and shes gone

passion isnt passive
it can turn to rage
but it ends up with a whimper
if you keep it in a cage

shes so alive
that when you blink your eyes
shes gone
out with a bang
out with a bang
and shes gone

bridge:
you either love the world
or you get destroyed by fear
some just try and stay clear

maybe she was kidding
and she really aimed at me
sometimes you gotta laugh
at what you long to be

Ice Angel

who has turned my love to ice?
she burns like coal fire
and holds me like a stone

did she come from paradise?
did she come on foot or ride
the upswell of the air?

i broke down and let her in beside me
inside these walls i built to keep the garden out
ice angel sings her song and moves the snow around

bridge:
i have turned my love to ice
she’s still alive but slightly different flesh and bone
she is remade to be alone
inside these walls i built to keep the garden out
ice angel sings her song and moves the snow around

what good’s a face that cant be touched?
or a song that cant be shouted
from everywhere at once?

i broke down and let her in beside me
inside these walls i built to keep the garden out
ice angel sings her song moves the snow around

Weather Woman

weather woman

take a ride on a secret airplane
engines gettin loud but its all the same thing
when youre lookin down on a supercell, babe
from a pillow clouds and a sheet of rain
yeah

chorus
a/d/c/d
this looks like a job for weather woman
whether or not storm clouds are forming
you say I’m a villain with my dick in my hand
then youre acknowledging
I’m the weather man

bridge
this aint no part im playing
this mask I’m wearing isn’t fake
and with these evil plans we’re laying
weather womans on her way

v2 (piano)
when the weather comes it can come out weak
like one little tear – between you and me
but the storm is goin strong in the afternoom
beneath a pink blossom sun (glissando)
and a (forte)
full moon

chorus
a/d/c/d
this looks like a job for weather woman
whether or not storm clouds are forming
you says I’m a villain with my dick in my hand
then youre acknowledging
I’m the whether man

take a ride on a secret airplane
take a ride on a secret airplane
take a ride on a secret airplane
take a ride on a secret airplane

Sprout Legs

walk with me, little bird
weve got the whole ground to share
if you can get down from there

walk with me little bird
what are you living to be
and can you live it with me?

i’ll give you at least a thousand kisses
just sing me that one forgotten sound
down here on the ground

walk with me, little bird
weve got the whole ground to share
if you can get down from there

Sweet Flower of Babylon

letters from the red book of war

song #3: flower of babylon

ragged clothes and fancy underwear
two half drunken beers
and a white rose in your hair

my sweet flower of babylon
when you look up and see that you’re alone
my sweet flower of babylon
like a missile through the valley I’ll be gone

like scarlet stones on a silver wedding band
your home made crown of thorns
or the kitten in your hands

my sweet flower of babylon
when you look up and see that you’re alone
my sweet flower of babylon
like a missile through the valley I’ll be gone

with my gun beside the bed that whole time
you could have had my head
but you just got my mind

my sweet flower of babylon
when you look up and see that you’re alone
my sweet flower of babylon
like a missile through the valley I’ll be gone

oh mystery of babylon
when you look up and see that you’re alone
my sweet flower of babylon
when the missiles sweep the valley i’ll be gone
and my heart is like a vipers nest in bloom
i’d fly a million miles but theres no room

Paramour of Despair

Sometimes the hooks are inappropriate

Paramour of Despair

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 paramour of despair
i see you there

so lets get down to business.
tell me what can this love be
they believe we’re wrong
and history is strong
so baby, dont let them see

but our generation’s like no other
we’re the first with words like these
so when tempers grow like boiling water
let the anger blow away in the steam

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

dont let them see, dont let them see
dont let them see, dont let them see
dont let them see, dont let them see
dont let them see, dont let them see