Hive by Fatima Mansions
From the Fatima Mansions’ 1991 Hive EP. Written by Cathal Coughlan.
VERSE 1
[Bm7]
Do you [Bm7] think they could see us in this base circumstance
You with blood on your knees and me with my hand down your [B6] pants? [C#] [B6] [C#]
If a [Bm7] lad wears a dress then will George want his sex?
As his explorers buy butt sex operation – decision time’s [B6] come [C#] [B6] [C#]
At the [Edim] end of our useful lives
CHORUS 1
We’re out of the [Abm7] hive [C#]
We must be [Abm7] groovin’ [C#]
We’re out of the [Abm7] hive [C#]
In the [Gm] land of the [Ab] black and white [Bbdim] minstrels [Gm] [Ab] [Bbdim]
VERSE 2
[Bm7] What do you call him, boyfriend or flat bone?
He’s a sensitive artist – come on, let’s leave him a [B6] lone [C#] [B6] [C#]
INTERLUDE
Note: In this next bit, I pick up [F#7/A#] and [C7/E] – in that ballpark. But a lead guitarist I am not. Good luck.
You’ve got to watch the blind
I said you’ve got to watch the blind
On the day of the morning festival
The bleakest afternoon of the season
All drones everywhere arise from mildewed states of unconsciousness
And go to celebrate their condition in the abandoned village greens
Where the fairground is down
With its revolving towers of burning colored lights
And its roaring tin can music, its people on fumes
Drunks stagger everywhere
And paw each other in the half-light at the edge of the confusion
CHORUS 2
[Bbaug]
We’re out of the [Abm7] hive [C#]
We must be [Abm7] groovin’ [C#]
We’re out of the [Abm7] hive [C#]
Yeah we’re out of the [Abm7] hive [C#]
Oh we’re out of the [Abm7] hive now [C#]
We might as well [Abm7] come and [C#] die
We’re out of the [Abm7] hive [C#]
In the [Gm] land of the [Ab] black and white [Bbdim] minstrels
Halle [Gm] lujah! [Ab] [Bbdim]
VERSE 3/OUTRO
Do you [Bm7] think they can see us?
Oh I do hope they can
They can do me a favor
And bury you where you [B] stand