Author: Kate Bush
Album title: Lionheart
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.
Chorus 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 the
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.
Chorus
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 and old man.
Chorus 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
Straight on 'til morning.
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 I've got a pin-up from a newspaper,
Of Peter Pan.
I
found it in a locket, I hide it in my pocket.
Chorus
When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are.
When
you wish upon a star,
Your dreams come true.
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 stillwe don't head the bill,
Chorus WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW,
Unbeliecable.
When the actor reaches his death,
You know it's not for real, he
just golds 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.
Chorus
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
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 Bridge in rain
again
Oh England My Lionheart
Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington
Park
You read me Shakespeare on the Rolling Thames,
That old River Post
that never, ever ends
Our Thumping hearts hold the Ravens in,
And keep
the tower from tumbling
Chorus:
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 the appleblossom,
Give me one wish and I'd
be wassailing
In the orchard my English Rose,
Or with my shepherd
who'll bring me home
Chorus:
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 they nag, 'til they're under
your skin.)
Chorus 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,
Bu questioning all that I do,
Examining every move,
Trying to get
back to the rudiments,
(If they nig and they nag, I'll just put in the
boot.)
Chorus
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.
Chorus She'll tell you that she'll stay,
So you'd better barricade
the way out,
She'll tell you she's true,
She'll tell you she loves
you.
She's waiting in that warm room.
In the warm room,
She prepared to go to bed,
She'll let you
watch her undress,
Go places where your finger long to linger,
In the
warm room,
You'll fall into her like a pillow,
Her thighs are soft as
marshallows,
Say hello, to the soft mush of her hollows.
Chorus
In the warm room,
She's waiting in that warm room.
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 a la lune.
Chorus 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.
'Cos when all
the alley-cats come out,
You can hear music from Kashka's house.
Chorus
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 diet, know your game!
But tell me just how come
The smell of bitter almonds?
It's a no-no
to your coffee homeground.
Chorus Picture of Crippin, lipstick-smeared,
Torn wallpaper, have
the walls got ears
here?
Well, you won't get me with your
Belladonna - in the coffee.
And you won't get 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
You stood in the Belltower,
But now you're gone.
So we knows all
the sights
Of Notre Dame?
They've got the stars for the gallant hearts,
I'm the replacement
for your part,
But all I want to do it 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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