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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
There's a city, draped in net
Fisherman net And in the half light, in the half light It looks like every tower Is covered in webs Moving and glistening and rocking It's babies in rhythm As the spider of time is climbing Over the ruins There were hundreds of people living here Sails at the windows And the planes came crashing down And many a pilot drowned And the speed boats flying above Put your hand over the side of the boat What do you feel? My mother and her little brown jug It held her milk And now it holds our memories I can hear her singing “Little brown jug don't I love thee” “Little brown jug don't I love thee” Ho ho ho, hee hee hee I hear her laughing She is standing in the kitchen As we come in the back door See it fall See it fall Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug And the pieces will lay there a while In a house draped in net In a room filled with coral Sails at the window Forests of masts Put your hand over the side of the boat Put your hand over the side of the boat What do you feel? |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
There's a city, draped in net
Fisherman net And in the half light, in the half light It looks like every tower Is covered in webs Moving and glistening and rocking It's babies in rhythm As the spider of time is climbing Over the ruins There were hundreds of people living here Sails at the windows And the planes came crashing down And many a pilot drowned And the speed boats flying above Put your hand over the side of the boat What do you feel? My mother and her little brown jug It held her milk And now it holds our memories I can hear her singing “Little brown jug don't I love thee” “Little brown jug don't I love thee” Ho ho ho, hee hee hee I hear her laughing She is standing in the kitchen As we come in the back door See it fall See it fall Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug And the pieces will lay there a while In a house draped in net In a room filled with coral Sails at the window Forests of masts Put your hand over the side of the boat Put your hand over the side of the boat What do you feel? |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
The dawn has come
And the wine will run And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting In the sun I feel I want to be up on the roof I feel I gotta get up on the roof Up, up on the roof Up, up on the roof Oh the dawn has come And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting What kind of language is this? What kind of language is this? I can't hear a word you're saying Tell me what you are singing In the sun All of the birds are laughing All of the birds are laughing Come on let's all join in Come on let's all join in I want to be up on the roof I've gotta be up on the roof Up, up high on the roof Up, up on the roof In the sun |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
The dawn has come
And the wine will run And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting In the sun I feel I want to be up on the roof I feel I gotta get up on the roof Up, up on the roof Up, up on the roof Oh the dawn has come And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting What kind of language is this? What kind of language is this? I can't hear a word you're saying Tell me what you are singing In the sun All of the birds are laughing All of the birds are laughing Come on let's all join in Come on let's all join in I want to be up on the roof I've gotta be up on the roof Up, up high on the roof Up, up on the roof In the sun |
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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
The first time I died
Was in the arms of good friends of mine, They kiss me with tears, They hadn't been near me for years Say why do it now When I won't be around, I'm going out? We needed you to love us too, we wait for your move Only tragedy allows the release Of love and gnef never normally seen I didn't want to let them see me weep, I didn't want to let them see me weak But I know I have shown That I stand at the gates alone I needed you to love me too, I wait for your move All the love, all the love, all the love we should have given All the love, all the love, all the love you could have given All the love, ail the love, all the love. The next time, I dedicate my life's work To the friends I make, I give them what they want to hear, They think I'm up to something weird And up rears the head of fesr in me. So now when they ring, I get my machine to let them in. I needed you to love me too, I wait for your move All the love, all the love, all the love we should have given AIl the love, all the love, all the love you could have given All the love, all the love, all the love. We needed you, to love us too, we wait for your move |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (1987)
Just look at your father
And you'll see how you took after him. Me, I'm just another Like my brothers Of my mother's genes. All they ever want for you Are the things they didn't do. All they ever wanted--a little clue. All they ever wanted--the truth. All they ever wanted--a little bit of you. All they ever wanted, But they never did get. The whims that we're weeping for Our parents would be beaten for Leave the breast And then the rest And then regret you ever left. All we're ever looking for Is another open door. All we ever look for--another womb. All we ever look for--our own tomb. All we ever look for--ooh, la lune. All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score. All we ever look for--a god. All we ever look for--ooh, a drug. All we ever look for--a great big hug. All we ever look for--a little bit of you. All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
Just look at your father
And you'll see how you took after him. Me, I'm just another Like my brothers Of my mother's genes. All they ever want for you Are the things they didn't do. All they ever wanted--a little clue. All they ever wanted--the truth. All they ever wanted--a little bit of you. All they ever wanted, But they never did get. The whims that we're weeping for Our parents would be beaten for Leave the breast And then the rest And then regret you ever left. All we're ever looking for Is another open door. All we ever look for--another womb. All we ever look for--our own tomb. All we ever look for--ooh, la lune. All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score. All we ever look for--a god. All we ever look for--ooh, a drug. All we ever look for--a great big hug. All we ever look for--a little bit of you. All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
Just look at your father
And you'll see how you took after him. Me, I'm just another Like my brothers Of my mother's genes. All they ever want for you Are the things they didn't do. All they ever wanted--a little clue. All they ever wanted--the truth. All they ever wanted--a little bit of you. All they ever wanted, But they never did get. The whims that we're weeping for Our parents would be beaten for Leave the breast And then the rest And then regret you ever left. All we're ever looking for Is another open door. All we ever look for--another womb. All we ever look for--our own tomb. All we ever look for--ooh, la lune. All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score. All we ever look for--a god. All we ever look for--ooh, a drug. All we ever look for--a great big hug. All we ever look for--a little bit of you. All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
Watching the painter painting
And all the time, the light is changing And he keeps painting That bit there, it was an accident But he's so pleased It's the best mistake, he could make And it's my favourite piece It's just great The flick of a wrist Twisting down to the hips So the lovers begin, with a kiss In a tryst It's just a smudge But what it becomes In his hands: Curving and sweeping Rising and reaching I could feel what he was feeling Lines like these have got to be An architect's dream It's always the same Whenever he works on a pavement It starts to rain And all the time The light is changing |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
Watching the painter painting
And all the time, the light is changing And he keeps painting That bit there, it was an accident But he's so pleased It's the best mistake, he could make And it's my favourite piece It's just great The flick of a wrist Twisting down to the hips So the lovers begin, with a kiss In a tryst It's just a smudge But what it becomes In his hands: Curving and sweeping Rising and reaching I could feel what he was feeling Lines like these have got to be An architect's dream It's always the same Whenever he works on a pavement It starts to rain And all the time The light is changing |
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from Kate Bush - Hounds Of Love (2006)
Little light shining,
Little light will guide them to me. My face is all lit up, My face is all lit up. If they find me racing white horses, They'll not take me for a buoy. Let me be weak, Let me sleep And dream of sheep. "Attention shipping information in sea areas...Bell Rock, Tiree, Cromaty, gale east...Malin, Sellafield..." "Come here with me now." Oh, I'll wake up To any sound of engines, Ev'ry gull a seeking craft. I can't keep my eyes open-- Wish I had my radio. I tune in to some friendly voices Talking 'bout stupid things. I can't be left to my imagination. Let me be weak, Let me sleep And dream of sheep. Ooh, their breath is warm And they smell like sleep, And they say they take me home. Like poppies heavy with seed They take me deeper and deeper. |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
And you huh?
You do huh? We let it in We give it out And in the end What's it all about? It must be love I give you my I give you my You give me your You give me your joy We used to say "Ah Hell, we're young" But now we see that life is sad And so is love Ooh baby live your life for love Ooh baby live your life for love We used to say "Ah Hell, we're young" But now we see that life is sad And so is love Ooh baby for the sake of love Ooh baby for the sake of love And whatever happens What really matters? It's all we've got Isn't that enough? Life is sad and so is love You let it slip You let it slip I love you more I love you more for it Life is sad and so is love All for love Just for the sake of love You set me free I set you free |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (1987)
(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Mammy's hero) Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammy's hero. Mourning in the aerodrome, The weather warmer, he is colder. Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Tears o'er a tin box. Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He couldn't win the war with ego. Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons. Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Mammy's hero) Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammy's hero. Mourning in the aerodrome, The weather warmer, he is colder. Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Tears o'er a tin box. Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He couldn't win the war with ego. Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons. Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Mammy's hero) Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammy's hero. Mourning in the aerodrome, The weather warmer, he is colder. Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Tears o'er a tin box. Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He couldn't win the war with ego. Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons. Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Mammy's hero) Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammy's hero. Mourning in the aerodrome, The weather warmer, he is colder. Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Tears o'er a tin box. Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He couldn't win the war with ego. Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons. Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Mammy's hero) Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammy's hero. Mourning in the aerodrome, The weather warmer, he is colder. Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Tears o'er a tin box. Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He couldn't win the war with ego. Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons. Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows. "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties. What a waste -- Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Oh What a waste of Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Army dreamers. Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (B.F.P.O) Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh. (Army Dreamers) Yea-de-do de-de-do-do. (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (Army Dreamers) (Mammy's hero) (B.F.P.O) (No hard heros) |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (1987)
She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do: A pseudonym to fool him. She couldn't have made a worse move. She sent him scented letters, And he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife But how she was before the tears, And how she was before the years flew by, And how she was when she was beautiful. She signed the letter "All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" She wanted to take it further, So she arranged a place to go, To see if he Would fall for her incognito. And when he laid eyes on her, He got the feeling they had met before. Uncanny how she Reminds him of his little lady, Capacity to give him all he needs, Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful. He shouted out, "I'm All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do: A pseudonym to fool him. She couldn't have made a worse move. She sent him scented letters, And he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife But how she was before the tears, And how she was before the years flew by, And how she was when she was beautiful. She signed the letter "All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" She wanted to take it further, So she arranged a place to go, To see if he Would fall for her incognito. And when he laid eyes on her, He got the feeling they had met before. Uncanny how she Reminds him of his little lady, Capacity to give him all he needs, Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful. He shouted out, "I'm All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do: A pseudonym to fool him. She couldn't have made a worse move. She sent him scented letters, And he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife But how she was before the tears, And how she was before the years flew by, And how she was when she was beautiful. She signed the letter "All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" She wanted to take it further, So she arranged a place to go, To see if he Would fall for her incognito. And when he laid eyes on her, He got the feeling they had met before. Uncanny how she Reminds him of his little lady, Capacity to give him all he needs, Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful. He shouted out, "I'm All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do: A pseudonym to fool him. She couldn't have made a worse move. She sent him scented letters, And he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife But how she was before the tears, And how she was before the years flew by, And how she was when she was beautiful. She signed the letter "All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" She wanted to take it further, So she arranged a place to go, To see if he Would fall for her incognito. And when he laid eyes on her, He got the feeling they had met before. Uncanny how she Reminds him of his little lady, Capacity to give him all he needs, Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful. He shouted out, "I'm All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do: A pseudonym to fool him. She couldn't have made a worse move. She sent him scented letters, And he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife But how she was before the tears, And how she was before the years flew by, And how she was when she was beautiful. She signed the letter "All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" She wanted to take it further, So she arranged a place to go, To see if he Would fall for her incognito. And when he laid eyes on her, He got the feeling they had met before. Uncanny how she Reminds him of his little lady, Capacity to give him all he needs, Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful. He shouted out, "I'm All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do: A pseudonym to fool him. She couldn't have made a worse move. She sent him scented letters, And he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife But how she was before the tears, And how she was before the years flew by, And how she was when she was beautiful. She signed the letter "All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" She wanted to take it further, So she arranged a place to go, To see if he Would fall for her incognito. And when he laid eyes on her, He got the feeling they had met before. Uncanny how she Reminds him of his little lady, Capacity to give him all he needs, Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful. He shouted out, "I'm All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!" |
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from Kate Bush - Hounds Of Love (2006)
It is this that brings us together.
It is this that brings us together. It's all right, darling, We can do this together. It's all right, darling, I can think of nothing better. I don't know you, And you don't know me. It is this that brings us together. I don't know what you are (It is this that brings us together.) Looking for in me. (It is this that brings us together.) I don't know what I want, But my heart is leading. Am I yours? Are you mine? We'll find all we're meant to find. In your life, in my life, There are secrets too dark To let out, to let go of, To get over. But that's all right, baby. That's all right by me. 'Coz, it's all right now. (Just let me say) Please, ("Yea, yo, yea, yo!") Please, ("Yea, yo, yea, yo!") Please, ("Yea, yo, yea, yo!") Please be kind, Be kind, To my mistakes. Be kind, Be kind To me. "Lum, lum, lum..." |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
Here comes the sunshine
Here comes that son of mine Here comes the everything Here's a song and a song for him Sweet kisses Three wishes Lovely Bertie The most wilful The most beautiful The most truly fantastic smile I've ever seen Sweet kisses Three wishes Lovely Bertie You bring me so much joy And then you bring me More Joy |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
Here comes the sunshine
Here comes that son of mine Here comes the everything Here's a song and a song for him Sweet kisses Three wishes Lovely Bertie The most wilful The most beautiful The most truly fantastic smile I've ever seen Sweet kisses Three wishes Lovely Bertie You bring me so much joy And then you bring me More Joy |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
With her hand in his hand,
They were both happy again. You started taking sides. They started arguing. He said it was her fault. She said it wasn't at all. But the truth lies somewhere in the midDLe. Where angels fear to tread, You go rushing in. Well, I had to tell you then, And now I'm telling you again: Stay out of this You must not interfere Don't you see this is Between a man and a woman? Every day and night I pray, Pray that you will stay away forever. It's so hard for love to stay together, With the modern Western pressures. I don't want to say it, But I had to tell you then, And now I'm telling you again: Stay out of this. Oh, I know you mean to help me, And I know you've good intentions. But stay out of this. This isn't your problem. Do not interfere--you are not needed here. Let the pendulum swing Between a man and a woman. Don't you see? You're in the way-- Between a man and a woman. Every day and night I pray, Let the pendulum swing Between a man and a woman. Between a man and a woman. |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
Oh big stripey lie moving
Like a wavy line Coming up behi-hi-hind All young gentle dreams drowning In life's grief Can you hang on to me? Don't want to hurt you baby I only want to help you I could be good for you Your name is being called by sacred things That are not addressed nor listened to Sometimes they blow trumpets Only want to help you Never want to hurt you I know I could be good for you Oh my God it's a jungle in here You've got wild animals loose in here Want to help you Never hurt you Good for you Hey all you little waves run away Mmm run away |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (1987)
One of the band told me last night
That music is all that he's got in his life. So where does it go? Surely not with his soul. Will all of his licks and his R'n'B Blow away? Blow away Blow away Our engineer had a different idea From people who nearly died but survived, Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here, And went to a room that was soon full of visitors. Hello Minnie, Moony, Vicious, Vicious, Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, Don't dump me back there. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, I want to stay here. Put out the light, then, put out the light. Vibes in the sky invite you to dine.** Dust to dust, Blow to blow. Bolan and Moony are heading the show tonight. Hello Minnie, Moony, ("Bill " [?]), Vicious, Vicious, Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, Don't dump me back there. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, I want to stay here. |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
One of the band told me last night
That music is all that he's got in his life. So where does it go? Surely not with his soul. Will all of his licks and his R'n'B Blow away? Blow away Blow away Our engineer had a different idea From people who nearly died but survived, Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here, And went to a room that was soon full of visitors. Hello Minnie, Moony, Vicious, Vicious, Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, Don't dump me back there. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, I want to stay here. Put out the light, then, put out the light. Vibes in the sky invite you to dine.** Dust to dust, Blow to blow. Bolan and Moony are heading the show tonight. Hello Minnie, Moony, ("Bill " [?]), Vicious, Vicious, Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, Don't dump me back there. Please don't thump me, Don't bump me, I want to stay here. |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (1987)
Outside gets inside
Through her skin I've been out before but this time it's much safer in Last night In the sky Such a bright light My radar send me danger But my instincts tell me to Keep breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in We've lost our chance We're the first and last After the blast Chips of plutonium are twinkling in every lung I love my beloved All and everywhere Only the fools blew it You and me knew life itself Is breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in, out In point of fact it is possible to tell the difference between a small nuclear explosion and a large one by a very simple method. The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size (What are we going to do without?) of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things around the area of the explosion, and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable as the familiar mushroom cloud. As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful, high-yield bombs. What are we going to do without Ooh, please, let me breathe Quick, breathe in deep Leave us something to breathe Ooh, life is |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
Outside gets inside
Through her skin I've been out before but this time it's much safer in Last night In the sky Such a bright light My radar send me danger But my instincts tell me to Keep breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in We've lost our chance We're the first and last After the blast Chips of plutonium are twinkling in every lung I love my beloved All and everywhere Only the fools blew it You and me knew life itself Is breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in, out In point of fact it is possible to tell the difference between a small nuclear explosion and a large one by a very simple method. The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size (What are we going to do without?) of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things around the area of the explosion, and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable as the familiar mushroom cloud. As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful, high-yield bombs. What are we going to do without Ooh, please, let me breathe Quick, breathe in deep Leave us something to breathe Ooh, life is |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
Outside gets inside
Through her skin I've been out before but this time it's much safer in Last night In the sky Such a bright light My radar send me danger But my instincts tell me to Keep breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in We've lost our chance We're the first and last After the blast Chips of plutonium are twinkling in every lung I love my beloved All and everywhere Only the fools blew it You and me knew life itself Is breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in, out In point of fact it is possible to tell the difference between a small nuclear explosion and a large one by a very simple method. The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size (What are we going to do without?) of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things around the area of the explosion, and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable as the familiar mushroom cloud. As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful, high-yield bombs. What are we going to do without Ooh, please, let me breathe Quick, breathe in deep Leave us something to breathe Ooh, life is |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
Outside gets inside
Through her skin I've been out before but this time it's much safer in Last night In the sky Such a bright light My radar send me danger But my instincts tell me to Keep breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in We've lost our chance We're the first and last After the blast Chips of plutonium are twinkling in every lung I love my beloved All and everywhere Only the fools blew it You and me knew life itself Is breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in, out In point of fact it is possible to tell the difference between a small nuclear explosion and a large one by a very simple method. The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size (What are we going to do without?) of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things around the area of the explosion, and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable as the familiar mushroom cloud. As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful, high-yield bombs. What are we going to do without Ooh, please, let me breathe Quick, breathe in deep Leave us something to breathe Ooh, life is |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
Outside gets inside
Through her skin I've been out before but this time it's much safer in Last night In the sky Such a bright light My radar send me danger But my instincts tell me to Keep breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in We've lost our chance We're the first and last After the blast Chips of plutonium are twinkling in every lung I love my beloved All and everywhere Only the fools blew it You and me knew life itself Is breathing Breathing Breathing my mother in Breathing my beloved in Breathing Breathing her nicotine Breathing Breathing the fall Out - in. out - in, out - in. out - in, out - in, out In point of fact it is possible to tell the difference between a small nuclear explosion and a large one by a very simple method. The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size (What are we going to do without?) of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things around the area of the explosion, and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable as the familiar mushroom cloud. As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful, high-yield bombs. What are we going to do without Ooh, please, let me breathe Quick, breathe in deep Leave us something to breathe Ooh, life is |
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from Kate Bush - Hounds Of Love (2006)
Come close to me.
Come cross the bridge. I need to know what you have to say to me. (We've been waiting all night long.) What have you got to say to me? (We've been waiting all night long.) Tell me all about it. (We've been waiting.) Tell me please. (We've been waiting.) Oh, I know. I know it works for me. As we cross the bridge--the burning bridge-- With flames behind us, We front the line. It's you and me, baby, against the world. (We've been waiting.) I've got to know what you have to say. (We've been waiting.) What have you got to say? (We've been waiting.) Ooh--oh--oh, (We've been waiting.) Tell me all about it, (We've been...) All night long, (We've been...) All night long. (We've been...) It works for me. It's you and me, babe, against the world. All night long It works for me. Let's cross the bridge. Oh, I know, (We've been waiting.) I know, I know. (We've been...) It's you and me, babe. When you stand next to me, babe, it's all right. It's you and me, babe, against the world. |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
I still dream of Orgonon
I wake up crying You're making rain And you're just in reach When you and sleep escape me You're like my yo-yo That glowed in the dark What made it special Made it dangerous So I bury it And forget But every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen. And I don't know when But just saying it could even make it happen On top of the world Looking over the edge You could see them coming You looked too small In their big black car To be a threat to the men in power. I hid my yo-yo In the garden. I can't hide you From the government Oh, God, Daddy I won't forget 'Cause every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna to happen. And I don't know when But just saying it could even make it happen And every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out Like your son's coming out Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen And I don't know when But just saying it could even make it happen Ooh, just saying it could even make it happen We've been cloudbusting daddy The sun's coming out Your son's coming out |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
I still dream of Orgonon
I wake up crying You're making rain And you're just in reach When you and sleep escape me You're like my yo-yo That glowed in the dark What made it special Made it dangerous So I bury it And forget But every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen. And I don't know when But just saying it could even make it happen On top of the world Looking over the edge You could see them coming You looked too small In their big black car To be a threat to the men in power. I hid my yo-yo In the garden. I can't hide you From the government Oh, God, Daddy I won't forget 'Cause every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna to happen. And I don't know when But just saying it could even make it happen And every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out Like your son's coming out Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen And I don't know when But just saying it could even make it happen Ooh, just saying it could even make it happen We've been cloudbusting daddy The sun's coming out Your son's coming out |
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from Kate Bush - Hounds Of Love (2006)
I still dream of Orgonon
I wake up crying You're making rain And you're just in reach When you and sleep escape me You're like my yo-yo That glowed in the dark What made it special Made it dangerous So I bury it And forget But every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen. And I don't know when But just saying it could even make it happen On top of the world Looking over the edge You could see them coming You looked too small In their big black car To be a threat to the men in power. I hid my yo-yo In the garden. I can't hide you From the government Oh, God, Daddy I won't forget 'Cause every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna to happen. And I don't know when But just saying it could even make it happen And every time it rains You're here in my head Like the sun coming out Like your son's coming out Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen And I don't know when But just saying it could even make it happen Ooh, just saying it could even make it happen We've been cloudbusting daddy The sun's coming out Your son's coming out |
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from Kate Bush - Lionheart (1978)
Coffee Homeground
Down in the cellar, You're getting into making poison, You slipped some on the side, Into my glass of wine, And I don't want any coffee-homeground. Offer me a chocolate, No thank you spoil my diet, know your game! But tell me just how come They smell of bitter almonds? It's a no-no to your coffee homeground. CHORUS Pictures of Crippin, lipstick-smeared, Torn wallpaper, have the walls bot ears here? Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna-in the coffee. And you won't get me with your arsenic, -in the pot of tea And you won't get me in a hole to rot (put me in a six foot plot). With your hemlock on the rocks. Where are the plumbers, Who went a-missing here on Monday? There was a tall man, With his companion, And I bet you gave them coffee-homeground. Well maybe you are lonely, And only want a little company, But keep your recipes for the rats to eat And may they rest in peace with coffee-homeground. CHORUS |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
We take all the telescopes
And we turn them inside out And we point them away from the big sky Put your eye right up to the glass, now And here we'll find the constellation of the heart Steer your life by these stars On the unconditional chance 'Tis here where Hell and Heaven dance This is the constellation of the heart We take all the telescopes And we turn them inside out And we point them away from the big sky Put your eye right up to the glass, now And here we'll find the constellation of the heart The constellation of the heart The constellation of the heart We take all the telescopes And we turn them inside out And we point them away from the big sky Put your eye right up to the glass, now And here we'll find the constellation of the heart The constellation of the heart The constellation of the heart Well we think you'd better wake up capt'n There's something happen'n up ahead We've never seen anything like it We've never seen anything like it before I want a full report That's it What do you mean, "That's it?" That's all you get You'd better do something 'bout it What am I supposed to do about it? We don't know, but you can't run away from it Maybe you'd better face it I can't do that C'mon face it! I can't do that C'mon, c'mon face it What am I gonna do? It is gonna hurt, it is gonna hurt me bad? Ooh here's the constellation of the heart Who said anything about it hurting? It's gonna be beautiful It's gonna be wonderful It's gonna be paradise (Just being alive, it can really hurt...) Ooh find me the man with the ladder And he might lift me up to the stars (Without the pain there'd be no learning Without the hurting we'd never change.) Oooh and if you see the woman with the key I hear she's opening up the doors to Heaven Oh and here comes the man with the stick He said he'd fish me out of the moon Ohoh here's the constellation of the heart It is the constellation of the heart Oh yes it is the constellation of the heart |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
As the people here grow colder
I turn to my computer And spend my evenings with it Like a friend. I was loading a new programme I had ordered from a magazine: "Are you lonely, are you lost? This voice console is a must." I press Execute. "Hello, I know that you've been feeling tired. I bring you love and deeper understanding. Hello, I know that you're unhappy. I bring you love and deeper understanding." Well I've never felt such pleasure. Nothing else seemed to matter. I neglected my bodily needs. I did not eat, I did not sleep, The intensity increasing, 'Til my family found me and intervened. But I was lonely, I was lost, Without my little black box. I pick up the phone and go, Execute. "Hello, I know that you've been feeling tired. I bring you love and deeper understanding. Hello, I know that you're unhappy. I bring you love and deeper understanding." I turn to my computer like a friend. I need deeper understanding. Give me deeper understanding. |
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from Kate Bush - Deeper Understanding [digital single] (2011)
As the people here grow colder
I turn to my computer And spend my evenings with it Like a friend. I was loading a new programme I had ordered from a magazine: "Are you lonely, are you lost? This voice console is a must." I press Execute. "Hello, I know that you've been feeling tired. I bring you love and deeper understanding. Hello, I know that you're unhappy. I bring you love and deeper understanding." Well I've never felt such pleasure. Nothing else seemed to matter. I neglected my bodily needs. I did not eat, I did not sleep, The intensity increasing, 'Til my family found me and intervened. But I was lonely, I was lost, Without my little black box. I pick up the phone and go, Execute. "Hello, I know that you've been feeling tired. I bring you love and deeper understanding. Hello, I know that you're unhappy. I bring you love and deeper understanding." I turn to my computer like a friend. I need deeper understanding. Give me deeper understanding. |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (1987)
Ooh, he's a moody old man.
Song of summer in his hand. Ooh, he's a moody old man. ...in...in...in his hand. ...in his hand. "Hmm." Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, Delius, Delius amat. Syphilus, Deus, Genius, ooh. To be sung of a summer night on the water. Ooh, on the water. "Ta, ta-ta! Hmm. Ta, ta-ta! In B, Fenby!" To be sung of a summer night on the water Ooh, on the water. On the water. |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
Ooh, he's a moody old man.
Song of summer in his hand. Ooh, he's a moody old man. ...in...in...in his hand. ...in his hand. "Hmm." Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, Delius, Delius amat. Syphilus, Deus, Genius, ooh. To be sung of a summer night on the water. Ooh, on the water. "Ta, ta-ta! Hmm. Ta, ta-ta! In B, Fenby!" To be sung of a summer night on the water Ooh, on the water. On the water. |
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from Kate Bush - Lionheart (1978)
Emma's come down,
She's stopped the light shining out of her eyes. Emma's been run out on, She's breaking down in so many places, Stuck in low gear, because of her fears, Of the skidding wheels, (The skid of her wheels she feels). Skidding wheels, (The skid of her wheels she feels). Spinning wheels, (Wheel-skidding feeling). Chorus Her heart is there, But they've greased the road, Her heart is out there, But she's no control. Oh come on, you've got to use your flow, You know what it's like, and you know you want to go, Don't drive too slowly. Don't put your blues where your shoes should be. Don't push your foot on the heartbrake. She's losing that inner flame. It was burning bright but she's losing the fight fast, She's only herself to blame, Well take of yourself, and remember Georgie, But she's so "O.D.'d" on weeping She can hardly see, That she's dropping beads, (Red, red glass is bleeding) Dropping beads, (Red, red glass is bleeding) Dropping beads, (Red, red on the parquet). Chorus |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
Split me open
With devotion You put your hands in And rip my heart out Eat the music Does he conceal What he really feels? He's a woman at heart And I love him for that Let's split him open Like a pomegranate Insides out All is revealed Not only women bleed Take the stone out Of the mango You put it in your mouth And pull a plum out Take a papaya You like a guava? Grab a banana And a sultana Rip them to pieces With sticky fingers Split the banana Crush the sultana Split 'em open With devotion You put your hands in And rip their hearts out Like a pomegranate Insides out He's a woman at heart And love him for that Take a papaya You like a guavva? Grab a banana And a sultana Rip 'em to pieces With sticky fingers Split the banana Crush the sultana All emotion And with devotion You put your hands in What ya thinking? What am I singing? A song of seeds The food of love Eat the music |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
Follow the Nile
Deep to much deeper. The Pyramids sound lonely tonight. The sands run red In lands of the Pharoahs. Their symmetry gets right inside me. I cannot stop to comfort them. I'm busy chasing up my demon. I cannot stop to comfort them. I'm busy chasing up my demon. Oh, I'm in love With Egypt. My Pussy Queen Knows all my secrets. I'll never fall in love again. I drift with dunes. I whisper of the tombs. They offer me Egyptian delights. She's got me with that feline guise, Got me in those desert eyes. She's got me with that feline guise, Got me in those desert eyes. Oh I'm in love With Egypt. |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
Follow the Nile
Deep to much deeper. The Pyramids sound lonely tonight. The sands run red In lands of the Pharoahs. Their symmetry gets right inside me. I cannot stop to comfort them. I'm busy chasing up my demon. I cannot stop to comfort them. I'm busy chasing up my demon. Oh, I'm in love With Egypt. My Pussy Queen Knows all my secrets. I'll never fall in love again. I drift with dunes. I whisper of the tombs. They offer me Egyptian delights. She's got me with that feline guise, Got me in those desert eyes. She's got me with that feline guise, Got me in those desert eyes. Oh I'm in love With Egypt. |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
We were working secretly
For the military. Our experiment in sound, Was nearly ready to begin. We only know in theory What we are doing: Music made for pleasure, Music made to thrill. It was music we were making here until They told us All they wanted Was a sound that could kill someone From a distance. So we go ahead, And the meters are over in the red. It's a mistake in the making. From the painful cry of mothers, To the terrifying scream, We recorded it and put it into our machine. Then they told us All they wanted Was a sound that could kill someone From a distance. So we go ahead, And the meters are over in the red. It's a mistake in the making. It could feel like falling in love. It could feel so bad. But it could feel so good. It could sing you to sleep ?"I'll bet my mum's gonna give me a little toy instrument!"? But that dream is your enemy. We won't be there to be blamed. We won't be there to snitch. I just pray that someone there Can hit the switch. But they told us All they wanted Was a sound that could kill someone From a distance. So we go ahead, And the meters are over in the red. It's a mistake we've made. Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm. And the public are warned to stay off. |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
After the party, you took me back to your parlour
A little nervous laughter, locking the door My stockings fall onto the floor, desperate for more Nobody else can share this Here comes one and one makes one The glorious union, well, it could be love Or it could be just lust but it will be fun It will be wonderful Oh feel it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love Oh feel it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love Oh I need it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love Feel it! See what you're doing to me See what you're doing to me God, but you're beautiful, aren't you? Feel your warm hand walking around I won't pull away, my passion always wins So keep on a-moving it, keep on a-tuning in Synchronize rhythm now Oh feel it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love Oh feel it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love Oh I need it, oh, oh, feel it, feel it my love Feel it! See what you're doing to me See what you're doing to me |
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from Kate Bush - Lionheart (1978)
Driving back in her car,
Watching the wipers squashing the leaves away. Suddenly there in the road, Is your old self trying to get out of the rain. I am my enemy, Mowing me over, And towing the light away. Somehow it just seems to fit, With that old me trying to get back again. Imagination sets in. Then all the voices begin, Telling you things that aren't happening (But they nig and they nag'til they're under your skin.) You've really got to. Remember yourself, You've got a Fullhouse in your head tonight, Remember yourself, Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight. My silly pride, Digging the knife in, She loves to come for her ride, Surely by now I should know, I can control my highs and my lows, By questioning all that I do, Examining every move, Trying to get back to the rudiments, (If they nig and they nag, I'II just put in the boot.) You've really got to. Remember yourself, You've got a Fullhouse in your head tonight, Remember yourself, Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight. You've really got to. Remember yourself, You've got a Fullhouse in your head tonight, Remember yourself, Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight. |
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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
When you left the door was (slamming)
You paused in the doorway As though a thought stole you away I watched the world pull you away (lock it) So I run into the hall (lock it) Into the corridor There's a door in the house (slamming) I hear the lift descending I hear it hit the landing See the hackles on the cat, standing With my key I (lock it) With my key I (lock it up) With my key I (lock it) With my key I (lock it up) I am the concierge, chez-moi, honey Won't letcha in for love or money My home, my joy I'm barred and bolted, and I Won't letcha in CHORUS: (Get out of my house) No stranger's feet Will enter me I wash the panes I clean the stains away This house is as old as I am This house knows all I have done They come with their weather hanging around them But can't knock my door down With my key I (lock it) With my key I (lock it) This house is full of m-m-my mess This house is full of m-m-mistakes This house is full of m-m-madness This house is full of, full of, full of fight With my keeper I (clean up) With my keeper I (clean it all up) With my keeper I (clean up) With my keeper I (clean it all up) I am the concierge, chez-moi, honey Won't letcha in for love or money My home, my joy, I'm barred and bolted and I Won't letcha in CHORUS Man: Woman, let me in Let me bring in the memories Woman, let me in Let me bring in the Devil Dreams Woman: I will not let you in Don't you bring back the reveries I turn into a bird Carry further than the word is heard Man: Woman, let me in I turn into the wind I blow you a cold kiss Stronger than the song's hit Woman: I will not let you in I face towards the wind I change into the mule "Hee-haw" Both: "Hee-haw" "Hee-haw"... Your request matches 1 albums and 10 songs |
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from Kate Bush - Lionheart (1978)
Hammer Horror
You stood in the Belltower, But now you're gone. So who knows all the sights Of Natre Dame? They've got the stars for the gallant hearts, I'm the replacement for your part, But all I want to do is forget you friend. CHORUS Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror, Won't leave me alone. The first time in my life, I keep the lights on, To ease my soul. Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror, Won't leave it alone, I don't know- Is this the right thing to do? Rehearsing in your things, I feel guilty. And retracing all the scenes, Of your big hit, Oh God, you needed the leading role, It wasn't me who made you go, though, Now all I want to do is forget you, friend. CHORUS Who calls me from the other side. Of the street? And who taps me on the shoulder? I turn around, but you're gone. I've got a hunch that you're following, To get your own back on me So all I want to do is forget you friend. CHORUS |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
You talked me into the game of chance.
It was '39, before the music started, When you walked up to me and you said, "Hey, heads we dance." Well, I didn't know who you were Until I saw the morning paper: There was a picture of you A picture of you 'cross the front page. It looked just like you, just like you in every way. But it couldn't be true. It couldn't be true. You stepped out of a stranger. They say that the Devil is a charming man. And just like you I bet he can dance. And he's coming up behind in his long Tailed black coat dance, All tails in the air. But the penny landed with its head dancing. A picture of you, a picture of you in uniform, Standing with your head held high, Hot down to the floor. But it couldn't be you. It couldn't be you. It's a picture of Hitler. He go "Do-do-do-do-do" He go "Do-do-do-do-do" He go "Do-do-do-do-do-- Do you want to dance?" Well, I couldn't see what was to be, So I just stood there laughing. A picture of you, a picture of you in uniform, Standing with your head held high, Hot down to the floor. But it couldn't be you. It couldn't be you. It's a picture of Hitler. He go "Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh" He go "Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh" He go "Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-- "Heads we're dancing." |
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from Kate Bush - Hounds Of Love (2006)
"Columbia now nine times the speed of sound."
"Roger that, Dan, I've got a solid TACAN locked on, uh, TACAN twenty-three." "The, uh, tracking data, map data and pre-planned trajectory are all one line on the block" "Roger (?) your (?) block (?) decoded (? recorded?)" Hello, Earth. ("Hello, Earth") Hello, Earth. ("Hello, Earth"). With just one hand held up high I can blot you out, Out of sight. Peek-a-boo, Peek-a-boo, little Earth. With just my heart and my mind I can be driving, Driving home, And you asleep On the seat. I get out of my car, Step into the night And look up at the sky. And there's something bright, Travelling fast. Look at it go! Look at it go! [A men's choral passage in Georgian is sung here.] ("Listen!") Hello Earth, Hello Earth. Watching storms Start to form Over America. Can't do anything. Just watch them swing With the wind Out to sea. All you sailors, ("Get out of the waves! Get out of the water!") All life-savers, ("Get out of the waves! Get out of the water!") All you cruisers, ("Get out of the waves! Get out of the water!") All you fishermen, Head for home. Go to sleep, little Earth. I was there at the birth, Out of the cloudburst, The head of the tempest. Murderer! Murderer of calm! Why did I go? Why did I go? [The men's choral passage is sung again several times here.] "Tiefer, tiefer. Irgendwo in der Tiefe gibt es ein Licht." Go to sleep little Earth. |
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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
I wait at the table and hold hands with weeping strangers,
Wait for you to join the group. The tambounnes jingle-jangles The medium Roams and rambles. Not taken in, I break the circle. I want this man to go away now. With a kiss I'd pass the key And feel your tongue Teasing and receiving. With your spit still on my lip-you hit the water Him and I in the room To prove you are with us too He's using code that only you and I know This is no tnck of his This is your magic. I'd catch the queues watching you Hoping you'd do something wrong. Everybody thinks you'll never make it But every time you escape, Rosabel believe not even Eternity Can hold Houdini. Rosabel, believe. Through the glass, I'd watch you breathe Bound and drowned And paler than you've ever been. With your life the only thing in my mind We pull you from the water. Houdini, You and I and Rosabel believe. |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
"It's in the trees!
It's coming!" When I was a child Running in the night Afraid of what might be Hiding in the dark Hiding in the street And of what was following me... Now hounds of love are hunting I've always been a coward And I don't know what's good for me Here I go! It's coming for me through the trees Help me, someone! Help me, please! Take my shoes off And throw them in the lake And I'll be Two steps on the water I found a fox Caught by dogs He let me take him in my hands His little heart It beats so fast And I'm ashamed of running away From nothing real I just can't deal with this But I'm still afraid to be there Among your hounds of love And feel your arms surround me I've always been a coward And never know what's good for me Oh, here I go! Don't let me go! Hold me down! It's coming for me through the trees Help me, darling Help me, please! Take my shoes off And throw them in the lake And I'll be Two steps on the water I don't know what's good for me I don't know what's good for me I need your love, love, love, love, love, yeah! Your love! Take your shoes off And throw them in the lake! Do you know what I really need? Do you know what I really need? I need love, love, love, love, love, yeah |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
"It's in the trees!
It's coming!" When I was a child Running in the night Afraid of what might be Hiding in the dark Hiding in the street And of what was following me... Now hounds of love are hunting I've always been a coward And I don't know what's good for me Here I go! It's coming for me through the trees Help me, someone! Help me, please! Take my shoes off And throw them in the lake And I'll be Two steps on the water I found a fox Caught by dogs He let me take him in my hands His little heart It beats so fast And I'm ashamed of running away From nothing real I just can't deal with this But I'm still afraid to be there Among your hounds of love And feel your arms surround me I've always been a coward And never know what's good for me Oh, here I go! Don't let me go! Hold me down! It's coming for me through the trees Help me, darling Help me, please! Take my shoes off And throw them in the lake And I'll be Two steps on the water I don't know what's good for me I don't know what's good for me I need your love, love, love, love, love, yeah! Your love! Take your shoes off And throw them in the lake! Do you know what I really need? Do you know what I really need? I need love, love, love, love, love, yeah |
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from Kate Bush - Hounds Of Love (2006)
"It's in the trees!
It's coming!" When I was a child Running in the night Afraid of what might be Hiding in the dark Hiding in the street And of what was following me... Now hounds of love are hunting I've always been a coward And I don't know what's good for me Here I go! It's coming for me through the trees Help me, someone! Help me, please! Take my shoes off And throw them in the lake And I'll be Two steps on the water I found a fox Caught by dogs He let me take him in my hands His little heart It beats so fast And I'm ashamed of running away From nothing real I just can't deal with this But I'm still afraid to be there Among your hounds of love And feel your arms surround me I've always been a coward And never know what's good for me Oh, here I go! Don't let me go! Hold me down! It's coming for me through the trees Help me, darling Help me, please! Take my shoes off And throw them in the lake And I'll be Two steps on the water I don't know what's good for me I don't know what's good for me I need your love, love, love, love, love, yeah! Your love! Take your shoes off And throw them in the lake! Do you know what I really need? Do you know what I really need? I need love, love, love, love, love, yeah |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
I found a book on how to be invisible
Take a pinch of keyhole And fold yourself up You cut along a dotted line You think inside out And you’re invisible Eye of Braille Hem of anorak Stem of wallflower Hair of doormat I found a book on how to be invisible On the edge of the labyrinth Under a veil you must never lift Pages that you must never turn In the labyrinth You stand in front of a million doors And each one holds a million more Corridors that lead to the world Of the invisible Corridors that twist and turn Corridors that blister and burn Eye of Braille Hem of anorak Stem of wallflower Hair of doormat Is that the wind from the desert song? Is that the autumn leaf falling? Or is that you walking home? Is that the wind from the desert song? Is that the autumn leaf falling? Or is that you walking home? Is that a storm in the swimming pool? You take a pinch of keyhole And fold yourself up You cut along a dotted line You think inside out You jump ’round three times You jump into the mirror And you’re invisible |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
I found a book on how to be invisible
Take a pinch of keyhole And fold yourself up You cut along a dotted line You think inside out And you’re invisible Eye of Braille Hem of anorak Stem of wallflower Hair of doormat I found a book on how to be invisible On the edge of the labyrinth Under a veil you must never lift Pages that you must never turn In the labyrinth You stand in front of a million doors And each one holds a million more Corridors that lead to the world Of the invisible Corridors that twist and turn Corridors that blister and burn Eye of Braille Hem of anorak Stem of wallflower Hair of doormat Is that the wind from the desert song? Is that the autumn leaf falling? Or is that you walking home? Is that the wind from the desert song? Is that the autumn leaf falling? Or is that you walking home? Is that a storm in the swimming pool? You take a pinch of keyhole And fold yourself up You cut along a dotted line You think inside out You jump ’round three times You jump into the mirror And you’re invisible |
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from Kate Bush - Lionheart (1978)
In Search Of Peter Pan
It's been such a long week, So much crying. I no longer see a future. I've been told, when I get older That I'll understand it all, But I'm not sure if I want to. Running into her arms, At the school gates She whispers that I'm a poor kid, And granny takes me on her knee, She tells me I'm too sensitive, She makes me sad. She makes me feel like an old man. They took the game right out of it, They took the game right out of it. When, When I am a man, I will be an astronaut, And find Peter Pan, Second Star on the right Dennis loves to look in the mirror, He tells me that he is beautiful, So I look too and what Do I see? My eyes are full, But my face is empty. He's got a photo, Of his hero, He keeps it under his pillow, But Ilve got a pin-up from a newspaper, Of Peter Pan. I found it in a locket, I hide it in my pocket. They took the game right out of it, They took the game right out of it, When, When I am a man, I will be an astronaut, And find Peter Pan, Second Star on the right When you wish upon a star, Makes no difference who you are. When you wish upon a star, Your dreams come true. |
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from Kate Bush - Lionheart (1978)
In the warm room,
Her perfume reaches you, Eventually you'll fall for her, Down you'll go to where the mellow wallows. In the warm room, She'll touch you with your Mamma's hand, You'll long to kiss those red lips, But when you do, it'll feel like kicking a habit. She'll tell you that she'll stay, So you'd better barricade the way out, She'll lell you she's true, She'll tell you she loves you. She's waiting in that warm room. In the warm room, She prepares to go to bed, She'll let you watch her undress, Go places where your fingers long to Iinger, In the warm room, You'll fall into her like a pillow, Her thighs are soft as marshmallows, Say hello, to the soft musk of her hollows. She'll tell you that she'll stay, So you'd better barricade the way out, She'll lell you she's true, She'll tell you she loves you. In the warm room, She's waiting in that warm room. |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
James, come on home
You've been gone too long, baby We can't let our hero die alone We miss you day and night You left town to live by the rifle You left us to fight But it just ain't right to take away the light Remember Genie, from the casino She still a - waiting in her big brass bed The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back 'Till they get out of hand And wish they were dead They're only lonely for the life that they led With their old friend Ooh, James are you selling your soul to a cold gun? Where lies your heart? It's not there in the buckskin baby It's not there in the gin that makes you laugh long and loud You're a coward James You're running away from humanity You're running out of reality It won't be funny when they Rat - a - tat - tat you down |
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from Kate Bush - Hounds Of Love (2006)
Hello, old lady.
I know your face well. I know it well. She says, "Ooh-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na! I'll be sitting in your mirror. Now is the place where the crossroads meet. Will you look into the future? "Never, never say goodbye To my part of your life. No, no, no, no, no! Oh, oh, oh, "Let me live!" She said. "C'mon and let me live, girl!" She said, "C'mon and let me live, girl!" ("C'mon and let me live!") "This moment in time," (She said.) It doesn't belong to you," (She said,) It belongs to me, "And to your little boy and to your little girl, And the one hand clapping: Where on your palm is my little line, When you're written in mine As an old memory? Ooh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na- "Never, never say goodbye To my part of your life. Oh no, no, no, no, no! Never, never, never! Never, never let me go!" She said, "C'mon and let me live, girl!' ("C'mon and let me live!") She said, "C'mon and let me live, girl!" ("C'mon and let me live!") I put this moment..............................................here. I put this moment.........................here. I put this moment-- "Over here! "Over here! Can't you see where memories are kept bright? Tripping on the water like a laughing girl. Time in her eyes is spawning past life, One with the ocean and the woman unfurled, Holding all the love that waits for you here. Catch us now for I am your future. A kiss on the wind and we'll make the land. Come over here to where When lingers, Waiting in this empty world, Waiting for Then, when the lifespray cools. For Now does ride in on the curl of the wave, And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools. We are of the going water and the gone. We are of water in the holy land of water And all that's to come runs in With the thrust on the strand." |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
All the banners stop waving
And the flags stop flying And the silence comes over Thousands of soldiers Thousands of soldiers Who is that girl? Do I know her face? Who is that girl? Joanni, Joanni wears a golden cross And she looks so beautiful in her armour Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God And she never wears a ring on her finger All the cannon are firing And the swords are clashing And the horses are charging And the flags are flying And the battle is raging And the bells, the bells are ringing Who is that girl? Do I know her face? Who is that girl? Joanni, Joanni wears a golden cross And she looks so beautiful in her armour Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God And she never wears a ring on her finger Joanni, Joanni, Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God And she just looks beautiful in her armour Beautiful in her armour [French] Elle parle a Dieu et aux anges Dans ses prieres Venez Sainte Catherine Venez Sainte Marguerite Elle a besoin de vous deux. Les voix, les voix du feu Chante avec moi petite soeur, Les voix, les voix, les voix [English translation] She speaks with God and the angels In her prayers Come Saint Catherine Come Saint Marguerite She needs you two. Voices, voices of fire Sing with me little sister, The voices, the voices, the voices. |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
All the banners stop waving
And the flags stop flying And the silence comes over Thousands of soldiers Thousands of soldiers Who is that girl? Do I know her face? Who is that girl? Joanni, Joanni wears a golden cross And she looks so beautiful in her armour Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God And she never wears a ring on her finger All the cannon are firing And the swords are clashing And the horses are charging And the flags are flying And the battle is raging And the bells, the bells are ringing Who is that girl? Do I know her face? Who is that girl? Joanni, Joanni wears a golden cross And she looks so beautiful in her armour Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God And she never wears a ring on her finger Joanni, Joanni, Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God And she just looks beautiful in her armour Beautiful in her armour [French] Elle parle a Dieu et aux anges Dans ses prieres Venez Sainte Catherine Venez Sainte Marguerite Elle a besoin de vous deux. Les voix, les voix du feu Chante avec moi petite soeur, Les voix, les voix, les voix [English translation] She speaks with God and the angels In her prayers Come Saint Catherine Come Saint Marguerite She needs you two. Voices, voices of fire Sing with me little sister, The voices, the voices, the voices. |
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from Kate Bush - Lionheart (1978)
Kashka from Baghdad lives in sin they say,
With another man, But no-one knows who. Old friends never call there, Some wonder if life's inside at all, If there's life inside at all. But we know the lady who rents the room, She catches them calling ?la lune. At night they're seen, Laughing, loving, They know the way To be happy. They never go for walks, Maybe it's because the moon's not bright enough, There's light in love you see. I watch their shadows, Tall and slim in the window opposite, I long to be with them. 'Coz when all the alley-cats come out, You can he? music from Kashka's house. At night they're seen, Laughing, loving, They know the way To be happy. |
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from Kate Bush - King Of The Mountain [single] (2005)
Could you see the aisles of women?
Could you see them screaming and weeping? Could you see the storm rising? Could you see the guy who was driving? Could you climb higher and higher? Could you climb right over the top? Why does a multi-millionaire Fill up his home with priceless junk? The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain Another Hollywood waitress Is telling us she's having your baby And there's a rumour that you're on ice And you will rise again someday And that there's a photograph Where you're dancing on your grave The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain The wind it blows The wind it blows the door closed |
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from Kate Bush - King Of The Mountain (2005)
Could you see the aisles of women?
Could you see them screaming and weeping? Could you see the storm rising? Could you see the guy who was driving? Could you climb higher and higher? Could you climb right over the top? Why does a multi-millionaire Fill up his home with priceless junk? The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain Another Hollywood waitress Is telling us she's having your baby And there's a rumour that you're on ice And you will rise again someday And that there's a photograph Where you're dancing on your grave The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain The wind it blows The wind it blows the door closed |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
Could you see the aisles of women?
Could you see them screaming and weeping? Could you see the storm rising? Could you see the guy who was driving? Could you climb higher and higher? Could you climb right over the top? Why does a multi-millionaire Fill up his home with priceless junk? The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain Another Hollywood waitress Is telling us she's having your baby And there's a rumour that you're on ice And you will rise again someday And that there's a photograph Where you're dancing on your grave The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain The wind it blows The wind it blows the door closed |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
Could you see the aisles of women?
Could you see them screaming and weeping? Could you see the storm rising? Could you see the guy who was driving? Could you climb higher and higher? Could you climb right over the top? Why does a multi-millionaire Fill up his home with priceless junk? The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain Another Hollywood waitress Is telling us she's having your baby And there's a rumour that you're on ice And you will rise again someday And that there's a photograph Where you're dancing on your grave The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain The wind it blows The wind it blows the door closed |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
(Come up and be a kite)
Beelzebub is aching in my belly-o. My feet are heavy and I'm rooted in my wellios And I want to get away and go (I wanna be) From all these (I wanna be home) Mirror windows. I look at eye level, it isn't good enough. And then I find it out when I take a good look up. There's a hole in the sky (there's a hole in the) With a big eyeball (there's a hole in the sky) Calling me: "Come up and be a kite, And fly a diamond night! A diamond kite, a diamond kite. Ooh, what a diamond! "A diamond kite On a diamond flight. Over the lights, under the moon. Over the lights, under the moon. Over the moon, over the moon!" (Come up and be a kite) I feel a rush along my body, like a bullet. I'm 2-D after a push-and-pull feeling. And I want to get back to (I wanna be) Safe home. (I wanna be home) I love the homeland dome. I got no limbs, I'm like a feather on the wind. Well, I'm not sure if I want to be up here, at all. And I'd like to be (I'd like to be) Back on the ground, (I'd like to be down) But I don't know how to get down, down, down! "Come up and be a kite, And fly a diamond night! A diamond kite, a diamond kite. Ooh, what a diamond! "A diamond kite On a diamond flight. Over the lights, oooh, under the moon. Over the lights, oooh, under the moon. Over the moon, over the moon!" (Come up and be a kite) (Come up and be a kite) |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
You came out of the night,
Wearing a mask in white colour. My eyes were shining On the wine, and your aura. All in order, we move into the boudoir, But too soon the morning has resumed. I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon. You look like an angel, Sleeping it off at a station. Were you only passing through? I'm dying for you just to touch me, And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me. L'amour looks something like you. The thought of you sends me shivery. I'm dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie. My heart is thrown To the pebbles and the boatmen. All the time I find I'm living in that evening, With that feeling of sticky love inside. I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon. You look like an angel, Sleeping it off at a station. Were you only passing through? I'm dying for you just to touch me, And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me. L'amour looks something like you. |
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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
With my ego in my gut
My babbling mouth would wash it up. (But now I've started learning how) I keep it shut. My door was never locked Until one day a trigger come-cocking. (But now I've started learning how) I keep it shut. Wide eyes would clean and dust Things that decay things that rust. (But now I've started leaming how) I keep them shut I keep them shut. Harm is in us, Harm in us but power to arm. Harm is in us, Harm in us but power to arm. Narrow mind would persecute it, Die a little to get to it. (But now I've started learning how) I leave it open I kept it in a cage, Watched it weeping, but I made it stay (But now I've started learning how) I leave it open I leave it open Harm is in us, Harm is in us Harm in you and me What you letting in? Tell me what you're letting in Say what we're gonna let in We let the weirdness in |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
Oh thou, who givest sustenance to the universe
From whom all things proceed To whom all things return Unveil to us the face of the true spiritual sun Hidden by a disc of golden light That we may know the truth And do our whole duty As we journey to thy sacred feet Well I said "Lily, Oh Lily I don't feel safe I feel that life has blown a great big hole Through me" And she said "Child, you must protect yourself I'll show you how with fire" Gabriel before me Raphael behind me Michael to my right Uriel on my left side In the circle of fire I said "Lily, Oh Lily I'm so afraid I fear I am walking in the Veil of Darkness" And she said "Child, take what I say With a pinch of salt And protect yourself with fire" Gabriel before me Raphael behind me Michael to my right Uriel on my left side In the circle of fire |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
It lay buried here. It lay deep inside me.
It's so deep I don't think that I can speak about it. It could take me all of my life, But it would only take a moment to Tell you what I'm feeling, But I don't know if I'm ready yet. You come walking into this room Like you're walking into my arms. What would I do without you? Take away the love and the anger, And a little piece of hope holding us together. Looking for a moment that'll never happen, Living in the gap between past and future. Take away the stone and the timber, And a little piece of rope won't hold it together. If you can't tell your sister, If you can't tell a priest, 'Cause it's so deep you don't think that you can speak about it To anyone, Can you tell it to your heart? Can you find it in your heart To let go of these feelings Like a bell to a Southerly wind? We could be like two strings beating, Speaking in sympathy. What would we do without you? Two strings speak in sympathy. (What would we do without you?) Take away the love and the anger, And a little piece of hope holding us together. Looking for a moment that'll never happen, Living in the gap between past and future. Take away the stone and the timber, And a little piece of rope won't hold it together. We're building a house of the future together. (What would we do without you?) Mmmm, yeah, mmmm, yeah, mmmm, yeah, Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. Well, if it's so deep you don't think that you can speak about it, Just remember to reach out and touch the past and the future. Well, if it's so deep you don't think you can speak about it, Don't ever think that you can't change the past and the future. (What would we do without you?) You might not, not think so now, But just you wait and see, someone will come to help you. Mmmm, yeah, Mmmm, yeah, Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm, yeah. Laughs. |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
Some moments that I've had
Some moments of pleasure I think about us lying Lying on a beach somewhere I think about us diving Diving off a rock, into another moment The case of George the Wipe Oh God I can't stop laughing This sense of humour of mine It isn't funny at all Oh but we sit up all night Talking about it Just being alive It can really hurt And these moments given Are a gift from time On a balcony in New York It's just started to snow He meets us at the lift Like Douglas Fairbanks Waving his walking stick But he isn't well at all The buildings of New York Look just like mountains through the snow Just being alive It can really hurt And these moments given Are a gift from time Just let us try To give these moments back To those we love To those who will survive And I can hear my mother saying "Every old sock meets an old shoe" Isn't that a great saying? "Every old sock meets an old shoe" Here come the Hills of Time Hey there Maureen, Hey there Bubba, Dancing down the aisle of a plane, 'S Murph, playing his guitar refrain, Hey there Teddy, Spinning in the chair at Abbey Road, Hey there Michael, Do you really love me? Hey there Bill, Could you turn the lights up? |
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from Kate Bush - Hounds Of Love (2006)
She knows that I've been doing something wrong,
But she won't say anything. She thinks that I was with my friends yesterday, But she won't mind me lying, Because Mother stands for comfort. Mother will hide the murderer. It breaks the cage, and fear escapes and takes possession, Just like a crowd rioting inside. (Make me do this, make me do that, make me do this, make me do that...) Am I the cat that takes the bird? To her the hunted, not the hunter. Mother stands for comfort. Mother will hide the murderer. Mother hides the madman. Mother will stay mum. Mother stands for comfort. Mother will hide the murderer. Mother hides the madman. Mother will stay mum. |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
Moving stranger,
Does it really matter, As long as you're not afraid to feel? Touch me, hold me. How my open arms ache! Try to fall for me. How I'm moved. How you move me With your beauty's potency. You give me life. Please don't let me go. You crush the lily in my soul. Moving liquid Yes, you are just as water. You flow around all that comes in your way. Don't think it over, It always takes you over, And sets your spirit dancing. How I'm moved. How you move me With your beauty's potency. You give me life. (You give me life) Please don't let me go. (Please don't let me go) You give me life. (You give me life) Please don't let me go. (Please don't let me go) Oh, You give me life. (Oh, You give me life) Please don't let me go. (Please don't let me go) You crush the lily in my soul, (la-la-la-la la lily) Soul (la-la-la-la la lily) Soul (la-la-la-la la lily) |
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from The Angels Sing (2005)
Moving stranger,
Does it really matter, As long as you're not afraid to feel? Touch me, hold me. How my open arms ache! Try to fall for me. How I'm moved. How you move me With your beauty's potency. You give me life. Please don't let me go. You crush the lily in my soul. Moving liquid Yes, you are just as water. You flow around all that comes in your way. Don't think it over, It always takes you over, And sets your spirit dancing. How I'm moved. How you move me With your beauty's potency. You give me life. (You give me life) Please don't let me go. (Please don't let me go) You give me life. (You give me life) Please don't let me go. (Please don't let me go) Oh, You give me life. (Oh, You give me life) Please don't let me go. (Please don't let me go) You crush the lily in my soul, (la-la-la-la la lily) Soul (la-la-la-la la lily) Soul (la-la-la-la la lily) |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
I remember it was that Wednesday
Oh when it rained and it rained They traipsed mud all over the house It took hours and hours to scrub it out All over the hall carpet I took my mop and bucket And I cleaned and I cleaned The kitchen floor Until it sparkled Then I took my laundry basket And put the linen all in it And everything I could fit in it And all our dirty clothes that hadn't gone into the wash And all your shirts and jeans and things And put them in the new washing machine Washing machine Washing machine I watched them go 'round and 'round My blouse wrapping itself in your trousers Oh the waves are going out My skirt floating up around my waist As I wade out into the surf Oh and the waves are coming in Oh and the waves are going out Oh and you're standing right behind me Little fish swim between my legs Oh and the waves are coming in Oh and the waves are going out Oh and the waves are coming in Out of the corner of my eye I think I see you standing outside But it's just your shirt Hanging on the washing line Waving its arm as the wind blows by And it looks so alive Nice and white Just like its climbed right out Of my washing machine Washing machine Washing machine Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy Get that dirty shirty clean Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy Make those cuffs and collars gleam Everything clean and shiny Washing machine Washing machine Washing machine |
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from Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)
I remember it was that Wednesday
Oh when it rained and it rained They traipsed mud all over the house It took hours and hours to scrub it out All over the hall carpet I took my mop and bucket And I cleaned and I cleaned The kitchen floor Until it sparkled Then I took my laundry basket And put the linen all in it And everything I could fit in it And all our dirty clothes that hadn't gone into the wash And all your shirts and jeans and things And put them in the new washing machine Washing machine Washing machine I watched them go 'round and 'round My blouse wrapping itself in your trousers Oh the waves are going out My skirt floating up around my waist As I wade out into the surf Oh and the waves are coming in Oh and the waves are going out Oh and you're standing right behind me Little fish swim between my legs Oh and the waves are coming in Oh and the waves are going out Oh and the waves are coming in Out of the corner of my eye I think I see you standing outside But it's just your shirt Hanging on the washing line Waving its arm as the wind blows by And it looks so alive Nice and white Just like its climbed right out Of my washing machine Washing machine Washing machine Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy Get that dirty shirty clean Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy Make those cuffs and collars gleam Everything clean and shiny Washing machine Washing machine Washing machine |
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from Kate Bush - Hounds Of Love (2006)
When rainy nights are soft with tears,
And Autumn leaves are falling, I hear his voice on tumbling waves And no one there to hold me. At evening's fall he watched me walk. His heart was mine. But my love was young, and felt The world was not cruel, but kind. Where Lagan's light fell on the hour, I saw him far below me Just as the morning calmed the storm With no one there to hold him. My loves have come, my loves have gone, And nothing's left to warn me, Save for a voice on the travelling wind, And the glimpse of a face at morning. |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
I look at you and see
My life that might have been: Your face just ghostly in the smoke. They're setting fire to the cornfields As you're taking me home. The smell of burning fields Will now mean you and here. This is where I want to be. This is what I need. This is where I want to be. This is what I need. This is where I want to be, But I know that this will never be mine. Ooh, the thrill and the hurting. The thrill and the hurting. I know that this will never be mine. I want you as the dream, Not the reality. That clumsy goodbye-kiss could fool me, But I'm looking back over my shoulder At you, happy without me. This is where I want to be. This is what I need. This is where I want to be. This is what I need. This is where I want to be, But I know that this will never be mine. Ooh, the thrill and the hurting Will never be mine. The thrill and the hurting, It will never be mine. It can never be. The thrill and the hurting Will never be mine. |
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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
The night doesn't like it
Looks just like your face On the moon to me And I won't let you do What you want to do It's funny how, even now You're laughing I won't let you do it If you go, I'll let the law know And they'll head you off when you touch the ground, Ooh please Don't go through with this, I don't like the sound of it. It's funny how, even now You're miles away I won't let you do it I won't let you do it I won't let you go through with it. Meet them over at Dover I'll just pilot the motor, Take them over the water With a hired plane And no names mentioned Tonight's the night of the flight Before you know I'll be over the water like a swallow There's no risk, I'll whisk them up In no moonlight And though pigs can fly They'll never find us Posing as the night And I'm home before the morning. In Malta catch a swallow For all of the guilty to set them free Wings fill the window And they beat and bleed. They hold the sky On the other side Of border lines I won`t let you do it I won`t let you do it I won`t let you go through with it Meet them over at Dover, I'll just pilot the motor, Take them ovcr the water, Like a swallow flying to Malta. With a hired plane And no names mentioned Tonight's the night of the flight Before you know I'll be over the water like a swallow There's no risk, I'll whisk them up In no moonlight And though pigs can fly They'll never find us Posing as the night And I'm home before the morning. Give me a break, Ooh let me try, Give me something to show For my miserable life Give me something to take Would you break even my wings Just like a swallow, Let me let me go. But you're not a swallow With a hired plane And no names mentioned Tonight's the night of the flight Before you know I'll be over the water like a swallow There's no risk, I'll whisk them up In no moonlight And though pigs can fly They'll never find us Posing as the night And I'm home before the morning. With a hired plane And no names mentioned Tonight's the night of the flight Before you know I'll be over the water like a swallow There's no risk, I'll whisk them up In no moonlight And though pigs can fly They'll never find us Posing as the night And I'm home before the morning. |
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