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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Lionheart (1978)
Oh England My Lionheart,
I'm in your garden fading fast in your arms. The Soldiers soften, the War is over The air-raid shelters are blooming clover, Flapping umbrellas fill the lanes My London Bndge in rain again Oh Endand My Lionheart, Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park You read me Shakespeare on the Rolling Thames, That Old River Poet that never, ever ends Our Thumping hearts hold the Ravens in, And keep the tower from tumbling. Oh England My Lionheart, I don't want to go. Oh England My Lionheart, Dropped from my Black Spitfire to my funeral barge, Give me one kiss in appleblossom, Give me one wish and i'd be wassailing In the orchard my English Rose, Or with my Shepherd who'll bnng me home Oh England My Lionheart, |
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from Kate Bush - Lionheart (1978)
I spent a lot of my time looking at blue,
The colour of my room and my mood, Blue on the walls, Blue out of my mouth, The sort of blue between clouds when the sun comes out. The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about When that feeling of meaninglessness, sets in, Go blowing my mind on God. The light in the dark with the neon arms, The meek He seeks the beast He calms, The head of the good soul Department. I see myself suddenly on the piano, As a melody. My terrible fear of dying , no longer Plays with me. For now I know that I'm needed For the symphony. I associate love with Red, The colour of my heart when she's dead, Red in my mind when the jealousy flies, Red in my eyes from emotional ties. Manipulation, the danger signs. The more I think about sex, The better it gets, Here we have a purpose in life. Good for the blood circulation, Good for releasing the tension, The root of our reincarnations. I see myself suddenly on the piano, As a melody. My terrible fear of dying , no longer Plays with me. For now I know that I'm needed For the symphony. I spent a lot of my time looking at blue-- No wonder that I blue it! |
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from Kate Bush - Lionheart (1978)
We're all alone on the stage tonight,
We've been told we're not afraid of you, We know all our lines so well, ah-ha, We've said them so many times, Time and time again, Line and line again. Ooh yeah, you're amazing, We think you're incredible, You say we're fantastic, But still we don't head the bill, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, Unbelievable. When the actor reaches his death, You know it's not for real, he just holds his breath, But he always dives too soon, too fast to save himself, He'll never make the screen, He'll never make "the Sweeney", Be that movie queen, He's too busy hitting the vaseline. Ooh yeah you`re amazing, We think you are really cool, Wc'd give you a part my love, But you'd have to play the fool. WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, Unbelievable. We're all alone on the stage tonight, |
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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 - 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 - 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 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 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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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
Just as we hit the green
I've never been so happy to be alive. Only seven miles behind You could smell the child, The smell of the front line's survival. With my silver Buddah And my silver bullet You learn to ride the Earth When you're living on your belly And the enemy are city births Who need radar? We use scent They stink of the west. Stink of sweat Stink of cologne and baccy And their Yankie Hash With my silver Buddha And my silver bullet Just one thing in it Me or him And I love life Just one thing in it Me or him And I love life Just one thing in it, Me or him and I love life I love life, I love life I've seen the coat for me I`ll track him 'til he drops Then I'Il pop him one he won't see He's big and pink and not like me He sees no light He sees no reason for the fighting. With my silver Buddha And my silver bullet (I pull the pin) I had not seen his face 'Til I'm only feet away Unbeknown to my prey, I look in American eyes I see little life, See little wife, He's striking violence up in me. With my silver Buddha And my silver bullet. Just one thing in it, me or him And I love life. Just one thing in it, me or him And I love life. Just one thing in it me or him and I love life, I love life, I love life Just one thing in it me or him and I love life, |
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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
I see the people working,
And see it working for them. And so I want to join in, But then I find it hurts me. Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap. Some say that knowledge is something that you never have. I see the people happy, So can it happen for me? 'Cause when I am unhappy, There's nothing that can move me. Some say that knowledge is something that you never have. Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap. Some say that heaven is hell. Some say that hell is heaven. I must admit, just when I think I'm king, (I just begin.) Just when I think I'm king, I must admit, (I just begin.) Just when I think I'm king, (I just begin.) I've been doing it for years. My goal is moving near. It says, "Look! I'm over here." Then it up and disappears. Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap. Some say that knowledge is ho-ho-ho-ho. I want to be a lawyer. I want to be a scholar. But I really can't be bothered. Ooh, just gimme it quick, gimme it, gimme gimme gimme gimme! Some say that knowledge is ho ho ho. Some say that knowledge is ho ho ho. Some say that heaven is hell. Some say that hell is heaven. I must admit, just when I think I'm king, (I just begin.) Just when I think I'm king, I must admit, (I just begin.) Just when I think everything's going great, (I just begin,) Hey, I get the break, Hey, I'm gonna take it all (I just begin.) When I'm king (just begin.) In my dome of ivory, A home of activity, I want the answers quickly, But I don't have no energy. I hold a cup of wisdom, But there is nothing within. My cup, she never overfloweth, And 'tis I that moan- and groaneth. Some grey and white matter, "Give me the karma, mama!" I'm coming up the ladder, I'm coming up the ladder, "Tibet or Jeddah, Up the ladder... "To Salisbury, A monastery, The longest journey, Across the desert, Across the weather, Across the elements, Across the water!" |
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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
Out in the garden, there's half of a heaven
And we're only bluffing We're not ones for busting through walls But they've told us unless we can prove That we're doing it We can't have it all. He's gonna wangle a way to get out of it She's an excuse And a witness who'll talk when he's called, But they've told us Unless we can prove that we're doing it We cnn't have it all Suddenly my feet are feet of mud It all goes slow-mo. I don't know why I'm crying Am I suspended In Gaffa? Not until I'm ready for you Not until I'm ready for you Can I have it all. I try to get nearer, But as it gets clearer There's something appears in the way It's a plank in me eye With a camel who's trying to get through it, Am I doing it? Can I have it all now. I pull out the plank And say thank you for yanking me back To the fact That there's always something to distract But sometimes it's hard To know if I'm doing it right. Can I have it all? Can I have it all now? We can't have it all Suddenly my feet are feet of mud It all goes slow-mo. I don't know why I'm crying Am I suspended In Gaffa? Not until I'm ready for you Can I have it all. I won't open boxes that I am told not to, I'm not a Pandora I'm much morc like That girl in the mirror, Between you and me She don't stand a chance of Getting anywhere at all, Not anywhere at all, No not a thing, She can't have it all. Suddenly my feet are feet of mud It all goes slow-mo. I don't know why I'm crying Am I suspended In Gaffa? Not until I'm ready for you Can I have it all. |
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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
Bang goes another Kanga
On the bonnet of the van. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) Many an Aboriginie's mistaken for a tree, 'Til you near him on the motonvay, The tree begin to breathe. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) Coming in with the golden light in the morning. Coming in with the golden light is the New Man. Coming in with the golden light is my dented van. Woomera The civilised keep alive the terntonal war. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) Erase the race that claim the piace And say we dig for Ore, Or dangle Devils in a bottle And push them from the Pull Of The Bush. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) You find them in the road. (See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand.) In the road. Coming in with the golden light-in the morning Comin_e in with the golden light-with no waaring Coming in with the golden light-we bring in the rigging. Dig, dig, dig, away. M-M-Many an Aboriginie's mistaken for a tree (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) You near him on the motorway the tree begin to breathe. Erase the race that claim the place and say we dig for Ore. (See the light ram through the gaps in the land.) Dangle Devils in a bottle and push them from The Pull Of The Bush (See the sun set in the hand of the man.) "Bang" goes another Kanga on the bonnet of the van (See the light ram through the gaps in the land) You find them in the road In the road (See the light) Pull of the Bush (See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand) Push them from the-Pull of the Bush See the sun set in the hand of the man. |
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from Kate Bush - The Dreaming (1982)
Okay remember, okay remember
That we have just allowed Half an hour, To get in, do it and get out. The sense of adventure Is changing to danger I go in, The crime begins My excitement Turns into fright All my words fade What am I gonna say? Mustn't give the game away We're waiting We got the job sussed This shops shut for business The look-out has parked the car But kept the engine running Three beeps means trouble's coming I hope you remember, To treat the gelignite tenderly for me I'm having dreams about things Not going right, Let's leave in plenty of time tonight Both my partners Act like actors, You are Bogart He is George Raft That leaves Cagney and me. We're waiting You blow the safe up Then all I know is I wake up, Covered in rubble, One of the Rabble, Needs Mummy, The Government will never find the money, I've been here all day, A star in strange ways Apart from a photoeraph They'll get nothing from me Not until they let me see My solicitor. Ooh I remember That rich windy weather When you would carry me, Pockets floating in the breeze There goes a tenner Hey look, there's a fiver There's a ten shilling note Remember them? That's when we used to vote for him. |
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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 (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 - 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 - 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 (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 - 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 (1987)
Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over, Over the quavers, drunk in the bars, Out of the realm of the orchestra, Out of the realm of the orchestra. Filling me up with the shivers. Filling me up with the shivers and quivers. Filling me up with the shivers. Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Paganini up on the chimney, Lord of the dance, With Nero and old Nicky. Whack that devil Into my fiddlestick! Give me the Banshees for B.V.s,* Give me the Banshees for B.V.s. Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny. Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee. Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! |
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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 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 - 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 - 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 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 Sensual World (1989)
See how the child reaches out instinctively
To feel how fire will feel. See how the man reaches out instinctively For what he cannot have. The pull and the push of it all. Reaching out for the hand. Reaching out for the hand that smacked. Reaching out for that hand to hold. Reaching out for the Star. Reaching out for the Star that explodes. Reaching out for Mama. See how the flower leans instinctively Toward the light. See how the heart reaches out instinctively For no reason but to touch. The pull and the push of it all. Reaching out for the hand Reaching out for the hand that smacked Reaching out for that hand to hold. Reaching out for the Star. Reaching out for the Star that explodes. Reaching out for Mama. (Can't we see...) Reaching out for Mama. |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
That November night, looking up into the sky,
You said, 'Hey, wish that was me up there-- It's the biggest rocket I could find, And it's holding the night in its arms If only for a moment. I can't see the look in its eyes, But I'm sure it must be laughing.' But it seemed to me the saddest thing I'd ever seen, And I thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing. I saw only a stick on fire, Alone on its journey Home to the quickening ground, With no one there to catch it. I put on my pointed hat And my black and silver suit, And I check my gunpowder pack And I strap the stick on my back. And, dressed as a rocket on Waterloo Bridge-- Nobody seems to see me. Then, with the fuse in my hand, And now shooting into the night And still as a rocket, I land in the river. Was it me said you were crazy? I put on my cloudiest suit, Size 5 lightning boots, too. 'Cause I am a rocket On fire. Look at me go, with my tail on fire, With my tail on fire, On fire. Hey, look at me go, look at me... |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
"You see, I'm all grown up now."
He said, "Just put your feet down child, 'Cause you're all grown up now." Just like a photograph, I pick you up. Just like a station on the radio, I pick you up. Just like a face in the crowd, I pick you up. Just like a feeling that you're sending out, I pick it up. But I can't let you go. If I let you go, You slip into the fog... This love was big enough for the both of us. This love of yours was big enough to be frightened of. It's deep and dark, like the water was, The day I learned to swim. He said, "Just put your feet down, child. "Just put your feet down child, The water is only waist high. I'll let go of you gently, Then you can swim to me." Is this love big enough to watch over me? Big enough to let go of me Without hurting me, Like the day I learned to swim? "'Cause you're all grown up now. Just put your feet down, child, The water is only waist high. I'll let go of you gently, Then you can swim to me." |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
Mmh, yes,
Then I'd taken the kiss of seedcake back from his mouth Going deep South, go down, mmh, yes, Took six big wheels and rolled our bodies Off of Howth Head and into the flesh, mmh, yes, He said I was a flower of the mountain, yes, But now I've powers o'er a woman's body, yes. Stepping out of the page into the sensual world. Stepping out... To where the water and the earth caress And the down of a peach says mmh, yes, Do I look for those millionaires Like a Machiavellian girl would When I could wear a sunset? mmh, yes, And how we'd wished to live in the sensual world You don't need words--just one kiss, then another. Stepping out of the page into the sensual world Stepping out, off the page, into the sensual world. And then our arrows of desire rewrite the speech, mmh, yes, And then he whispered would I, mmh, yes, Be safe, mmh, yes, from mountain flowers? And at first with the charm around him, mmh, yes, He loosened it so if it slipped between my breasts He'd rescue it, mmh, yes, And his spark took life in my hand and, mmh, yes, I said, mmh, yes, But not yet, mmh, yes, Mmh, yes. |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
Aha-ooh! Aha-ooh! Aha-ooh!
"You'll have to wait in here." Pray God you can cope. I'll stand outside This woman's work, This woman's world. Ooh, it's hard on the man. Now his part is over. Now starts the craft of the father. I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left. I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left. I should be crying, but I just can't let it show. I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking: All the things I should have said, but I never said. All the things we should have done, but we never did. All the things I should have given, but I didn't. Oh, darling, make it go, Make it go away! Give me these moments back. Give them back to me. Give me that little kiss. Give me your hand. (I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left. I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left.) I should be crying, but I just can't let it show. I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking Of all the things I should have said, but I never said. All the things we should have done, but we never did. All the things that you needed from me. All the things that you wanted for me. All the things that I should have given, but I didn't. Oh, darling, make it go away. Just make it go away now. |
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from Kate Bush - The Sensual World (1989)
Can't move my arms,
Can't move my legs. Can't say no, I can't say yes. Can't help myself. I need your help. (We go) "Ooh, ooh, what do we do, Now we just can't move?" We're calling out for Middle Street. "Ooh, ooh, what do we do, Now we just can't move?" We hang on to every line, And walk straight down the middle of it. He thought he was gonna die, But he didn't. she thought she just couldn't cope, But she did. We thought it would be so hard, But it wasn't... It wasn't easy, though! Can't say yes, I can't say no. Can't begin, Can't let go... Help me now. (We go) "Ooh, ooh, what do we do, Now we just can't move?" We're calling out for Middle Street. "Ooh, ooh, what do we do, Now we just can't move?" We hang on to every line, And walk straight down the middle of it. He thought he was gonna die, But he didn't. She thought she could never cope, But she did. We thought it was all over, But it wasn't... It hadn't started yet. And walk straight down the middle of it. And walk straight down the middle of it. Calling out for Middle Street. Calling out for Middle Street, Walking straight down the middle of it. |
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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 - 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 - 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 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 Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
As the light hits you,
As you shift along the floor, I find it hard to place my face. How did I come to be here, anyway? It's terribly vague, what's gone before. I could have been anyone. You could have been anyone's dream. (dreamer) Why did you have to choose our moment? Why did you have to make me feel that? Why did you make it so unreal? Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, Never get out again. Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, Never get out again. All the colours look brighter now. Everything they say seems to sound new. Slipping into tomorrow too quick, Yesterday always too good to forget. Stop the swing of the pendulum. Let us through! Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, Never get out again. |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
Hey there, you lady in tears,
Do you think that they care if they're real, woman? They just take it as part of the deal. Lost in your men and the games you play. Trying to prove that you're better, woman. But you needn't get heavy with them. Like it or not, we were built tough, Because we're woman. No, we never die for long, While we've got that little life To live for, where it's hid inside. No, we never die for long, Oh! Woman, two in one, There's room for a life in your womb, woman, Inside of you can be two, woman, There's room for a life in your womb, woman, Mama woman, aha! Night after night in the quiet house, Plaiting her hair by the fire, woman, With no lover to free her desire, How long do you think she can stick it out? How long do you think before she'll go out, woman? Hey! Get up on your feet and go get it, now. Like it or not, we keep bouncing back, Because we're woman. No, we never die for long, While we've got that little life To live for, where it's hid inside. Oh! Woman, two in one, There's room for a life in your womb, woman, Inside of you can be two, woman, There's room for a life in your womb, woman, Mama woman, aha! A-mama-woma-mama-woman-aha! A-mama-woma-mama-woman-aha! Oh, mama-woman, two-in-a-one, aha! Oh, two in one, aha! Oh, woman! Woman! Woman! Woman! There's room for a life in your womb! There's room for a life in your womb! Two in one, aha! Two in one! Two in one! Two in one! Room for a life in your womb |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
Soon it will be the phase of the moon
When people tune in. Every girl knows about the punctual blues, But who's to know the power behind our moves? A day of coincidence with the radio, And a word that won't go away. We know what they're all going to say. "G" arrives--"Funny, had a feeling he was on his way!" We raise our hats to the strange phenomena. Soul-birds of a feather flock together. We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us. Sure 'nuff, he has the answer, He has the answer He has the answer, be-duh-be-duh-be-duh-be-duh... "Om mani padme, Om mani padme, Om mani padme hum."* You pick up a paper. You read a name. You go out. It turns up again and again. You bump into a friend you haven't seen for a long time, Then into another you only thought about last night. You hear your sister calling for you, But you don't know where from. You know there's something wrong, But you don't want to believe in a premonition. We raise our hats to the strange phenomena. Soul-birds of a feather flock together. We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us. Sure 'nuff, he has the answer, He has the answer He has the answer, be-duh-be-duh-be-duh-be-duh... "Om mani padme, Om mani padme, Om mani padme hum."* "Om mani padme hum. Om mani padme hum. Om mani padme hum. Om mani padme hum..." |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
I've pulled down my lace and the chintz.
Oh, do you know you have the face of a genius? I'll send your love to Zeus. Oh, by the time you read this, I'll be well in touch. I'm giving it all in a moment or two. I'm giving it all in a moment, for you. I'm giving it all, giving it, giving it, giving it. This kicking here inside Makes me leave you behind. No more under the quilt To keep you warm. Your sister I was born. You must lose me like an arrow, Shot into the killer storm. You and me on the bobbing knee. Didn't we cry at that old mythology he'd read! I will come home again, but not until The sun and the moon meet on yon hill. I'm giving it all in a moment or two. I'm giving it all in a moment, for you. I'm giving it all, giving it, giving it, giving it. This kicking here inside Makes me leave you behind. No more under the quilt To keep you warm. Your sister I was born. You must lose me like an arrow, Shot into the killer storm. I've pulled down my lace and the chintz. Oh, do you know you have the face of a genius? I'll send your love to Zeus. Oh, by the time you read this. |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
I hear him
before I go to sleep and focus on the day that's been. I realize he's there when I turn the light off and turn over. Nobody knows about my man. They think he's lost on some horizon. And suddenly I find myself listening to a man I've never known before, telling me about the sea, oh his love is to eternity. Ooh he's here again, the man with the child in his eyes. Ooh he's here again, the man with the child in his eyes. He's very understanding and he's so aware of all my situations. When I stay up late he's always with me what I feel when I hesitate. Oh I'm so worried about my love. They say "no, no it won't last forever". And here I am again my girl, wondering what on earth I am doing here. Maybe he doesn't love me, I just took a trip on my love for him. Ooh he's here again, the man with the child in his eyes. Ooh he's here again, the man with the child in his eyes. |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
You'll find me in a Barlin bar
In a corner, brooding You know that I go very quiet When I am listening to you There's something special indeed In all the places where I've seen you shine, boy There's something very real in how I feel, honey It's in me, it's in me - and you know it's for real Tuning in your saxophone Doo - ba - doo - ba - doo The candle burning over your shoulder Is throwing shadowson your saxophone A surly lady in tremor The stars that climb from her bowels' Those stars make towers on vowels You'll never know that you had all of me You'll never see the poetry you stirred in me Of all the stars I've seen that shine so brightly I've never known or felt, in myself, so rightly It's in me, it's in me - and you know it's real Tuning in your saxophone Doo - ba - doo - ba - doo |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
Rolling the ball,
(rolling) Rolling the ball, (rolling) Rolling the ball (rolling) To me. Rolling the ball, (rolling) Rolling the ball, (rolling) Rolling the ball (rolling) To me. They arrived at an inconvenient time. I was hiding in a room in my mind. They made me look at myself. I saw it well. I'd shut the people out of my life. So now I take the opportunities: Wonderful teachers ready to teach me. I must work on my mind. For now I realize: Everyone of us has a heaven inside. Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. Them heavy people help me. Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. Rolling the ball, (rolling) Rolling the ball, (rolling) Rolling the ball (rolling) To me. Rolling the ball, (rolling) Rolling the ball, (rolling) Rolling the ball (rolling) To me. They open doorways that I thought were shut for good. They read me Gurdjieff and Jesu. They build up my body, break me emotionally. It's nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling! I love the whirling of the dervishes. I love the beauty of rare innocence. You don't need no crystal ball, Don't fall for a magic wand. We humans got it all, we perform the miracles. Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. Them heavy people help me. (heavy heavy) Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. Rolling the, rolling the, rolling the, rolling the. Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. Them heavy people help me. (heavy heavy) Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. Rolling the, rolling the, rolling the, rolling the. Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. Them heavy people help me. (heavy heavy) Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. Rolling the, rolling the, rolling the, rolling the. Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. Them heavy people help me. |
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from Kate Bush - The Kick Inside (1994)
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper, like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me When I needed to possess you I hated you, I loved you too Bad dreams in the night You told me I was going to lose the fight Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home I'm so cold, let me in your window Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home I'm so cold let me in your window Ooh it gets dark, it gets lonely On the other side from you I pine a lot, I find the lot Falls through without you I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff My one dream, my only master Too long I roam in the night Coming back to his side to put it right Coming home to wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home I'm so cold, let me in your window Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home I'm so cold, let me in your window Ooh let me have it, let me grab your soul away Ooh let me have it, let me grab your soul away You know it's me, Cathy. Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home I'm so cold, let me in your window Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home I'm so cold, let me in your window Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home I'm so cold |
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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)
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)
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)
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)
"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)
to moonn6pnece from papayeverte
It doesn't hurt me. You wanna feel how it feels? You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? You wanna hear about the deal I'm making? You be running up that hill You and me be running up that hill And if I only could, Make a deal with God, And get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building. If I only could, oh... You don't wanna hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies. Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. There's a thunder in our hearts, baby. So much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we? You, be running up that hill You and me, be running up that hill You and me won't be unhappy. And if I only could, Make a deal with God, And get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building, If I only could, oh... C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling, Let me steal this moment from you now. C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling, Let's exchange the experience, oh...' And if I only could, Make a deal with God, And get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, With no problems [x2] 'If I only could, be running up that hill.' [x7] |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
I see the people working,
And see it working for them. And so I want to join in, But then I find it hurts me. Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap. Some say that knowledge is something that you never have. I see the people happy, So can it happen for me? 'Cause when I am unhappy, There's nothing that can move me. Some say that knowledge is something that you never have. Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap. Some say that heaven is hell. Some say that hell is heaven. I must admit, just when I think I'm king, (I just begin.) Just when I think I'm king, I must admit, (I just begin.) Just when I think I'm king, (I just begin.) I've been doing it for years. My goal is moving near. It says, "Look! I'm over here." Then it up and disappears. Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap. Some say that knowledge is ho-ho-ho-ho. I want to be a lawyer. I want to be a scholar. But I really can't be bothered. Ooh, just gimme it quick, gimme it, gimme gimme gimme gimme! Some say that knowledge is ho ho ho. Some say that knowledge is ho ho ho. Some say that heaven is hell. Some say that hell is heaven. I must admit, just when I think I'm king, (I just begin.) Just when I think I'm king, I must admit, (I just begin.) Just when I think everything's going great, (I just begin,) Hey, I get the break, Hey, I'm gonna take it all-- (I just begin.) When I'm king-- (-- just begin.) In my dome of ivory, A home of activity, I want the answers quickly, But I don't have no energy. I hold a cup of wisdom, But there is nothing within. My cup, she never overfloweth, And 'tis I that moan- and groaneth. Some grey and white matter, "Give me the karma, mama!" I'm coming up the ladder, "A jet to Mecca," I'm coming up the ladder, "Tibet or Jeddah, Up the ladder... "To Salisbury, A monastery, The longest journey, Across the desert, Across the weather, Across the elements, Across the water!" |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
"Bang" goes another Kanga
On the bonnet of the van (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree 'Til you near him on the motorway The tree begin to breathe (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) Coming in with the golden light in the morning Coming in with the golden light is the New Man Coming in with the golden light is my dented van DRE-A-M-T-I-ME The civilized keep alive the territorial war (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) Erase the race that claim the place And say we dig for ore Or dangle Devils in a bottle And push them from the Pull Of The Bush (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) You find them in the road (See the lights bounce of the rocks to the sand) In the road Coming in with the golden light - in the morning Coming in with the golden light - with no warning Coming in with the golden light - we bring in the rigging Dig, dig, dig away DRE-A-M-T-I-ME Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree You near him on the motorway, the tree begin to breathe Erase the race that claim the place and say we dig for ore (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) Dangle Devils in a bottle and push them from the Pull Of The Bush (See the sun set in the hand of the man) "Bang" goes another Kanga on the bonnet of the van (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) You find them in the road In the road (See the light) Pull Of The Bush (See the lights bounce of the rocks to the sand) Push them from the - Pull Of The Bush See the sun set in the hand of the man |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
I hear him
before I go to sleep and focus on the day that's been. I realize he's there when I turn the light off and turn over. Nobody knows about my man. They think he's lost on some horizon. And suddenly I find myself listening to a man I've never known before, telling me about the sea, oh his love is to eternity. Ooh he's here again, the man with the child in his eyes. Ooh he's here again, the man with the child in his eyes. He's very understanding and he's so aware of all my situations. When I stay up late he's always with me what I feel when I hesitate. Oh I'm so worried about my love. They say "no, no it won't last forever". And here I am again my girl, wondering what on earth I am doing here. Maybe he doesn't love me, I just took a trip on my love for him. Ooh he's here again, the man with the child in his eyes. Ooh he's here again, the man with the child in his eyes. |
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from Kate Bush - The Whole Story (2002)
We're all alone on the stage tonight
We've been told we're not afraid of you We know all our lines so well, ah-ha We've said them so many times Time and time again Line and line again Ooh yeah you're amazing We think you're incredible You say we're fantastic But still we don't head the bill Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow Unbelievable When the actor reaches his death You know it's not for real He just holds his breath But he always dives too soon Too fast to save himself He'll never make the screen He'll never make "The Sweeney" Be that movie queen He's too busy hitting the vaseline Ooh yeah you're amazing We think you are really cool We'd give you a part my love But you'd have to play the fool Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow Unbelievable |
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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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 - The Red Shoes (2003)
See those trees
Bend in the wind I feel they've got a lot more sense than me You see I try to resist A rubberband bouncing back to life A rubberband bend the beat If I could learn to give like a rubberband I'd be back on my feet A rubberband hold me trousers up A rubberband ponytails If I could learn to twang like a rubberband I'd be a rubberband girl A rubberband girl me A rubberband girl me Oh I wanna be a rubberband girl When I slip out Of my catapult I gotta land with my feet firm on the ground And let my body catch up A rubberband bouncing back to life A rubberband bend the heat If I could learn to give like a rubberband I'd be back on my feet A rubberband hold me trousers up A rubberband ponytails If I could learn to twang like a rubberband I'd be a rubberband girl A rubberband girl me A rubberband girl me Oh I wanna be a rubberband girl Give like a rubberband Twang like a rubberband Snap like a rubberband Rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub Rub-a-dub-a-dub Rub-a-dub One rubberband won't keep you up Two rubberbands won't keep you up Three rubberbands won't keep you up Here I go......(aDLib) .... Yeah! One rubberband won't keep you up Two rubberbands won't keep you up Three rubberbands won't keep you up |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
Oh she move like the diva do
I said I'd love to dance like you She said just take off my red shoes Put them on and your dream'll come true With no words With no song You can dance the dream with your body on And this curve is your smile And this cross is your heart And this line is your path Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be But it's gonna be no illusion Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it But it's gonna be really happening to ya Really happening to ya Really happening to ya Oh the minute I put them on I knew I had done something wrong All her gifts for the dance had gone It's the red shoes They can't stop dancing, dancing And this curve is your smile And this cross is your heart And this line is your path Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be But it's gonna be no illusion Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it But it's gonna be really happening to ya She gotta dance She gotta dance And she can't stop 'till them shoes come off These shoes do a kind of voodoo They're gonna make her dance 'till her legs fall off Feel your hair come tumbling down Fell your feet start kissing the ground Feel your arms are opening out And see your eyes are lifted to God With no words With no song I'm gonna dance a dream And make the dream come true I'm gonna dance a dream And make the dream come true She gotta dance She gotta dance And she can't stop 'till them shoes come off These shoes do a kind of voodoo They're gonna make her dance 'till her legs fall off Call a doctor Call a priest They're gonna whip her up like a helicopter Really happening to ya Really happening to ya You gotta dance |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
The Song of Solomon
The song of everyone Who walks the path Of the solitary heart The soul cries out Hear a woman singing Don't want your bullshit, yeah Just want your sexuality Don't want excuses, yeah Write me your poetry in motion Write it just for me, yeah And sing it with a kiss Mmm, just take any line "Comfort me with apples For I am sick of love His left hand is under my head And his right hand Doth embrace me" This is the Song of Solomon Here's a woman singing Don't want your bullshit, yeah Just want your sexuality Don't want your excuses, yeah Write me your poetry in motion Write it just for me, yeah And sign it with a kiss And I'll do it for you I'll be the Rose of Sharon for you I'll do it for you I'll be the Lily of the Valley for you I'll do it for you I'll be Isolde or Marion for you I'll do it for you Ooh I'll come in a hurricane for you I'll do it for you A wop bam boom Don't want your bullshit, yeah Just want your sexuality |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
One more step to the top of the city
Where just a couple of pigeons are living Up on the angel's shoulders I don't know if I'm closer to Heaven but It looks like Hell down there These streets have never been paved with gold Welcome to the loneliest city in the world It's no good for you baby It's no good for you now Keep looking up for the ladder I don't know if you'll love me for it But I don't think we should suffer this There's just one thing we can do about it Take me up to the top of the city Take me up to the top of the city Take me up to the top of the city And put me up on the angel's shoulders See how that building there is nearly built There's a big fire over on the north of the city I see you walking down the street with her I see your lights going on and off She's no good for you baby She's no good for you now Look I'm here with the ladder I don't know if you love me or not But I don't think we should ever suffer There's just one thing we can do about this Take me up to the top of the city Take me up to the top of the city Up to the highest point of the city One more step to the top of the city Put me up on the angel's shoulders And I don't mind if it's dangerous I don't mind if it's raining Take me up to the top of the city And put me up on the angel's shoulders Take me up to the top of the city Mmm yes, one more step to the top of the city And put me up on the angel's shoulders |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
this chapter says, put it out of your mind
and give it time the violent purple the purest gold the red of the sacred heart the grey of the ghost the "l" of the lips are open to the "o" of the host the "v" of the velvet CHORUS of all the people in the world why should I love you? there's just something bout you there's just something bout you of all the people in the world why should I love you? have you ever seen a picture of Jesus laughing mmm do you think he had a beautiful smile a smile that healed CHORUS of all the people in the world CHORUS of all the people in the world why should I love you (why should I love you) why should I love you (why should I love you) REPEAT TO FADE |
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from Kate Bush - The Red Shoes (2003)
it's alright I'll come round when you're not in
and I'll pick up all my things everything I ever bought with you but it's alright too it's just, everything I do we've done together and there's a little piece of you in whatever I got everything I need I got some petrol in the care I got some money with me there's just one problem CHORUS You're the only one I want You're the only one I want You're the only one I want You're the only one I want I know where I'm going I'm going to stay with my friend mmm yes he's very good-looking the only trouble is he's not you he can't do what you do he can't make me laugh and cry at the same time let's change things let's danger it up we're crazy enough I just can't take it CHORUS we've tied ourselves in knots done cartwheels cross the floor just forget it already (sugar) (honey) (sugar) |
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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)
(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)
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)
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)
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)
I say good night-night.
I tuck him in tight. But things are not right. What is this? An infant kiss That sends my body tingling? I've never fallen for A little boy before. No control. Just a kid and just at school. Back home they'd call me dirty. His little hand is on my heart. He's got me where it hurts me. Knock, knock. Who's there in this baby? You know how to work me. All my barriers are going. It's starting to show. Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. I cannot sit and let Something happen I'll regret. Ooh, he scares me! There's a man behind those eyes. I catch him when I'm bending. Ooh, how he frightens me When they whisper privately. (Poor, stupid girl!) Windy-wailey blows me. Words of caress on their lips That speak of adult love. I want to smack but I hold back. I only want to touch. But I must stay and find a way To stop before it gets too much! All my barriers are going. It's starting to show. Let go. Let go. (Don't let go) Let go. Let go. Let go. |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
No, I'll never give the hunt up
And I won't muck it up Somehow this is it, I knew Maybe fate wants you dead, too We've come together in the very same room And I'm coming for you Do you think I'd ever let you Get away with it, huh? He swooned in warm maroon There's gas in your barrel, and I'm flooded with Doom You've made a wake of our honeymoon And I'm coming for you" "All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime" 'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead 'Mystery Man.' God help the bride She's a widow, all in red With his red still wet. She said--" I'll put him on the wedding list I'll put him on the wedding list I'll get him and I will not miss Now, as I'm coming for you All I see is Rudi I die with him, again and again And I'll feel good in my revenge I'm gonna fill your head with lead And I'm coming for you And when it's all over you'll roll over The butt of my gun: One in your belly, and one for Rudi You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie Bang-bang--Out! like an old cherootie I'm coming for you "All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime: 'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead 'Mystery Man.' God help the bride She's a widow, all in red With his red still wet. She said--" She sure got him on the wedding list I'll got him on the wedding list I'll got him and I will not miss I'll put him on the wedding list "And after she shot the guy She committed suicide I'm coming, Rudi "And later, when they analysed They found a little one inside. "It must have been Rudi's child" I shot, I shot, I shot him honey "Never mind, she got the guy" He hit the ground, Rudi "An eye for an eye" Ashes to ashes... "Eye for an eye" I hit him, hit him Rudi!, Rudi I'm coming coming coming honey "Eye for an eye" Rudi |
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from Kate Bush - Never For Ever (2003)
Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over, Over the quavers, drunk in the bars, Out of the realm of the orchestra, Out of the realm of the orchestra. Filling me up with the shivers. Filling me up with the shivers and quivers. Filling me up with the shivers. Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Paganini up on the chimney, Lord of the dance, With Nero and old Nicky. Whack that devil Into my fiddlestick! Give me the Banshees for B.V.s,* Give me the Banshees for B.V.s. Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny. Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee. Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! |
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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 - 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 - King Of The Mountain (2005)
Uuh
Baby I'm hot just like an oven I need some lovin' And baby, I can't hold it much longer It's getting stronger and stronger And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing Sexual Healing Makes me feel so fine Helps to relieve my mind Sexual Healing baby Sexual Healing is something that's good for me Whenever blue tear drops are falling And my emotional stability is leaving me There is something I can do I can get on the telephone and call you up baby And honey I know you'll be there to relieve me The love you give to me will free me If you don't know the things you're dealing Ooh I can tell you, darling, that it's Sexual Healing Sexual Healing Let's make love tonight 'Cos you do it right Baby I got sick this morning A sea was storming inside of me And baby I think I'm capsizing The waves are rising and rising And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing Sexual Healing Makes me feel so fine Helps to relieve your mind Sexual Healing baby Sexual Healing is something that's good for me And it's good for me And it's so good to me my baby Ooohhh Come take control Just grab a hold Of my body and mind soon we'll be making it we will doin' it fine You're my medicine open up and let me in Darling, you're so great I can't wait for you to operate When I get that feeling, I need Sexual Healing When I get that feeling, I need Sexual Healing When I get that feeling, I need Sexual Healing When I get that feeling Heal me baby |
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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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