Kate Bush
English singer-songwriter, musician and record producer; sister of John Carder Bush.
It's a mischievous paradox that, while rock at its ultra-macho best is exhilarating and energizing, yet just at the moment when it is most strident and loud it leaves you needing something more. Then along comes a shy doctor's daughter from Welling who out-screams the best, out-powers the noisiest and tops it with the satisfying impact of musical and psychological depth. It's almost Wagnerian.
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...
We've said them so many times:
Time and time again,
Line and line again.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Leave it open!
My excitement
Turns into fright.
All my words fade.
What am I gonna say?
Mustn't give the game away.
Reaching out for that hand to hold.
Reaching out for the Star.
Reaching out for the Star that explodes.
Reaching out for Mama.
I do think I go out of my way to be a very normal person and I just find it frustrating that people think that I'm some kind of weirdo reclusive that never comes out into the world. Y'know, I'm a very strong person and I think that's why actually I find it really infuriating when I read, 'She had a nervous breakdown' or 'She's not very mentally stable, just a weak, frail little creature'.
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.
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.
What really matters?
It's all we've got
Isn't that enough?
I know it works for me.
As we cross the bridge — the burning bridge —
With flames behind us,
We front the line.
It's you and me, baby, against the world.
I hold a cup of wisdom,
But there is nothing within.
There's a hole in the sky with a big eyeball
Calling me: "Come up and be a kite,
On a diamond flight!"
Here comes the sunshine
Here comes that son of mine
Here comes the everything
Here's a song and a song for him.
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.
We raise our hats to the strange phenomena.
Soul-birds of a feather flock together.
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 in.
So keep on a-tuning in.
Synchronise rhythm now.
Without the pain there'd be no learning
Without the hurting we'd never change.
I'll be sitting in your mirror.
Now is the place where the crossroads meet.
Will you look into the future?
December will be magic again.
Don't miss the brightest star,
Kiss under mistletoe,
I want to hear you laugh,
Don't let the mystery go now.
I know where I'm going.
But I don't want to leave.
I just have one problem
We're best friends, yeah?
We tied ourselves in knots
Doing cartwheels 'cross the floor
Just forget it alright.