Kate Bush
English singer-songwriter, musician and record producer; sister of John Carder Bush.
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.
The sense of adventure
Is changing to danger.
The signal has been given.
Oh the dawn has come
And the song must be sung
And the flowers are melting.
What kind of language is this?
Wake up!...You must wake up!
I turn to my computer like a friend.
I need deeper understanding.
Give me deeper understanding...
I think about us diving
Diving off a rock, into another moment...
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
3.14159 26535897932 3846 264 338 3279...
You don't need words — just one kiss, then another.
I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I can't hide you
From the government.
Oh, God, Daddy —
I won't forget...
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?
There's something very 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 on your saxophone...
They look down
At the ground,
Missing.
But I never go in now.
I'm looking at the Big Sky.
Her music remains reassuringly the same ecstatic alchemy of the humdrum and otherworldly. Recalling the hello-clouds wonder of The Big Sky from 1985's Hounds of Love or the frank paean to menstruation that is Strange Phenomena from her debut, The Kick Inside, Aerial finds Bush marvelling in the magic of the everyday: the wind animating a skirt hanging on a clothes line, the trace of footprints leading into the sea, the indecipherable codes of birdsong.
The thrill and the hurting
Will never be mine.
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.
Just being alive
It can really hurt
These moments given
Are a gift from time.
I will not let you in.
I face towards the wind.
I change into the Mule.
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.
So much for all the prayers you've learned.
They are no help to basic needs.
And all the worlds they've shown you
Just make you even greedier.
"This moment in time,"
(She said.)
It doesn't belong to you,"
(She said,)
It belongs to me,
And your little boy and your little girl,
And the one hand clapping:
Where on your palm is my little line,
When you're written in mine
As an old memory?