Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 14 · middle
His Head Is Full of Bees
VOLUME I — being gloriously, world-tilting DRUNK (the night at full tilt). The idiom and the song's title hook: "His Head Is Full of Bees". Its true history: American colonies, 1737 (Franklin) — buzzing, swarming, confused thoughts; the classic muddled drunk mind. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.
Lyrics
[Intro] Hold on, hold on, wait! [Verse 1] I was standing right here, I was perfectly clear I was holding my glass just a minute before But the carpet is shifting and sliding away And the ceiling is somehow attached to the door There’s a hum in the wire, there’s a spark in the brain It’s a rush, it’s a roar, it’s a runaway train I can’t hear what you’re saying, your mouth is just moving And somebody's calling my name! [Chorus] Oh no, his head is full of bees! The honey is heavy, it drops to the knees There’s a hive in the skull, there’s a hum in the breeze The room is a blur and his head is full of bees! [Verse 2] It’s a medical fact from a colonial press 1737, Mr. Franklin’s gazette He was making a dictionary out of this mess And I think I’m the finest example he’s met I’m a printed addition, a typesetter's fright A swarm of confusion taking wing in the night Every thought that I have is a moth in a jar Just bouncing and beating the glass of the bar! [Chorus] Watch out, his head is full of bees! The honey is heavy, it drops to the knees There’s a hive in the skull, there’s a hum in the breeze The room is a blur and his head is full of bees! [Bridge] They’re humming, they’re drumming The pollen is spinning I’m losing the argument, wait, am I winning? I need a new compass, I need a new map I’m caught in a beautiful, vibrating trap! [Chorus] Somebody help, his head is full of bees! The honey is heavy, it drops to the knees There’s a hive in the skull, there’s a hum in the breeze The room is a blur and his head is full of bees! [Outro] Just a couple of bees... Swarming the steeple, dodging the... the people Wait, what was I saying? Just buzzing away... Stop the track, stop the