Answer:
My first keeps time, my second spends time, my whole tells time.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
I can only be played on a windy day