Wild Hive

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Nolan Potter’s Nightmare Band - Rock

Wild Hive

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[Instrumental] Barefoot in the blazing afternoon, Emma roamed the overgrown grounds of the Georgian mansion Honey called home Bees buzzed busily about the pink-white flowers, which seemed to bloom everywhere on waxy-leaved bushes The place had been in the family for generations, Honey told her But she didn't spend much time here these days She was part of the whole swinging London scene Emma had only read about in the music papers, or heard about on the radio Emma wore a borrowed brightly patterned caftan as she wandered on She came to an orchard, the ground a mulch of rotted apples Fat, stripped bodies crawled drunkenly about them Overripe fruit squished between her toes as she walked A gigantic, honey-combed wild hive, alive with humming things, hung from one of the trees Dripping red-tinged sweetness as it swung lazily in the summer breeze Emma caught a few drops in wonder, and sucked at her finger "Careful babe, that's heavy stuff!" Honey had appeared in a cloud of dope-smoke "You've met mother then, hah" she laughed, looking up at the dripping hive "Poor old girl" Emma didn't understand "She couldn't hack it when dad traded her in, always had a flare for the dramatic. Still, hanging's not how I'd choose to go" Emma gagged and spat "Oh I doubt there's much of her left in there", Honey cooed, placing a reassuring hand on Emma's shoulder "It's been years and years and years now. She loved the bees though, so I thought it was kinda groovy, you know? Better than that whole 'ashes to ashes' trip"

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