Kate Bush
English singer-songwriter, musician and record producer; sister of John Carder Bush.
Excuse me I'm sorry to bother you,
But don't I know you?
There's just something about you.
Haven't we met before?
See how I fall like the snow,
Come to cover the lovers,
(But don't you wake them up)
Come to sparkle the dark up,
With just a touch of make up.
Come to cover the muck up.
Ooh with a little luck —
December will be magic again.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
You can't hear me.
You can't hear me.
You can't hear what I'm saying.
You can't hear what I'm saying to you.
Moving stranger,
Does it really matter,
As long as you're not afraid to feel?
As the people here grow colder I turn to my computer
And spend my evenings with it
Like a friend.
I am a rocket
On fire.
Look at me go, with my tail on fire...
December will be magic again.
Take a husky to the ice
While Bing Crosby sings White Christmas.
He makes you feel nice.
December will be magic again.
I always heard about Kate Bush being considered one of the most influential female artists during the modern era of pop/rock music, but never understood what her appeal was... But when I recently stumbled upon her debut 1978 single, "Wuthering Heights," I found myself spending hours absorbing as much of her pre-1985 material as possible . . . Listening to an early Kate Bush album brings you far, far, away to a dreamworld filled with pixies and love and Peter Pan and pure hearts . . . "Wuthering Heights" and the rest of The Kick Inside display all of Bush's trademarks: a literary consciousness; flourishing, heartfelt waves and the ability to successfully incorporate just about every eccentric vocal style you've never heard into each song.
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,
All his love, 'til Eternity.
The Song of Solomon
The song of everyone
Who walks the path
Of the solitary heart.
We needed you
To love us too.
We wait for your move.
No, we never die for long,
While we've got that little life
To live for, where it's hid inside.
You look like an angel,
Sleeping it off at a station.
Were you only passing through?
To me, Kate Bush will always represent the age of exploring your sexuality, when you change from a girl to a woman. I guess that's what I found fascinating about Kate, she totally stuck out. She created her own look and sound. There's a timelessness to her music.
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.
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.
The whims that we're weeping for
Our parents would be beaten for.
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?
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.