wasp nest

This is a song about how if you feel defeated and trodden upon you and wasted – not in the good sense of wasted – you find some small glimmering that manages to carry you through the next sixty seconds and then you do that enough times to make an hour, and then you do it enough times to make a day… and then you keep right on doing it.

I made a rule for myself: I would not include anything that human beings had not already done in some other place or time, or for which the technology did not already exist. I did not wish to be accused of dark, twisted inventions, or of misrepresenting the human potential for deplorable behaviour. The group-activated hangings, the tearing apart of human beings, the clothing specific to castes and classes, the forced childbearing and the appropriation of the results, the children stolen by regimes and placed for upbringing with high-ranking officials, the forbidding of literacy, the denial of property rights: all had precedents, and many were to be found not in other cultures and religions, but within western society.