- LIONHEART -  

Symphony In Blue ¨ In Search Of Peter Pan* ¨ Wow ¨ Don’t Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake ¨ Oh England My Lionheart
Fullhouse ¨ In The Warm Room ¨ Kashka From Baghdad ¨ Coffee Homeground ¨ Hammer Horror

Producer and Arranger: Andrew Powell
Assisted by Kate
Engineer: Jon Kelly
Assistant Engineer: Patrick Jauneaud
Assistant Engineer On Mix: Nigel Walker

Art Direction and Photography: Gered Mankovitz
Sleeve Design: Richard Gray
Front Cover Concept: John Carder Bush
Make Up: Kirsty Climo
Hair: David Kelly

Orchestral Contractor: David Katz
Vocals And Harmonies: Kate Bush

David Paton and Ian Bairnson courtesy of Arista Records

Special thanks again to dear Dave G., Ricky Hopper, Ma and Pa, Mr. Mears, EMI, Hil, Lisa and Rob,
Enrico, Harry the Dragonfly and especially Mr. P. Pan whose tricks keep us on our toes.
And to all of you out there
The Lionhearts - do what you will with me, but this is for you.
Recorded at Superbear Studios (thank you Damen) and special thanks to Jon Kelly.

All songs written by Kate Bush
except (*When you wish upon a star) Harline / Washington
All published by Kate Bush Music / EMI Music Publ. Ltd. © 1978, except *by courtesy of Chappel & Co. Ltd.

ADDITIONAL MUSICIANS:
Symphony In Blue: Drums and Percussion - Stuart Elliott; Bass - David Paton; Electric Guitars - Ian Bairnson;
Piano - Kate Bush; Fender Rhodes - Duncan Mackay
In Search Of Peter Pan (Incorporating *When You Wish Upon A Star): Drums - Stuart Elliott; Bass - David Paton; Piano - Kate Bush;
Acoustic and Electric Guitars - Ian Bairnson; Fender Rhodes - Duncan Mackay
Wow: Drums - Charlie Morgan; Guitars - Brian Bath; Bass - Del Palmer; Electric Guitars - Ian Bairnson; Mandolins - Paddy Bush;
Piano - Kate Bush; Synthesizer - Duncan Mackay, 4B
Don't Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Bass - David Paton; Piano - Kate Bush; Guitars - Ian Bairnson;
Fender Rhodes - Duncan Mackay; Hammond - Francis Monkman; Slide Guitar - Paddy Bush; Harmonies - Kate and Paddy Bush
Oh England My Lionheart: Piano - Kate Bush; Recorders - Richard Harvey; Harmonies - Kate and Paddy Bush; Harpsichorde - Francis Monkman
Fullhouse: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Bass - David Paton; Electric Guitar - Ian Bairnson; Piano - Kate Bush; Hammond - Francis Monkman
In The Warm Room: Piano - Kate Bush
Kashka From Baghdad: Drums - Charlie Morgan; Bass - Del Palmer; Piano - Kate Bush;
Harmonies, Strumento Da Porco, Mandocello and Panpipes - Paddy Bush; Joanna Strumentum - Andrew Powell; Percussion - Stuart Elliott
Coffee Homeground: Drums and Percussion - Stuart Elliott; Rhythm Guitar - Ian Bairnson; Bass - David Paton;
Synthesizer - Duncan Mackay; Piano - Kate Bush
Hammer Horror: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Bass - Del Palmer; Piano - Kate Bush; Electric and Acoustic Guitars - Ian Bairnson;
Synthesizer - Duncan Mackay; Harmonium - Andrew Powell

(P) 1978 Original sound recordings made by EMI Records Ltd. © 1978 EMI Records Ltd.

Symphony in blue

(Written by Kate Bush) 

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!

In search of Peter Pan 

[Incorporating 'When You Wish Upon A Star'*] 

(Written by Kate Bush, except* Harline/Washington) 

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. 
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 I am a man 
I will be an astronaut, 

And find Peter Pan. 

Second star on the right, 
Straight on 'til morning. 
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. 

They took the game right out of it. 
They took the game right out of it. 

When I am a man 
I will be an astronaut, 
And find Peter Pan. 

Second star on the right, 
Straight on 'til morning. 
Second star on the right, 
Straight on 'til morning. 
Second star on the right, 
Straight on 'til morning. 

* "When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are. 
When you wish upon a star 
Your dreams come true."

W o w

(Written by Kate Bush) 

Emily... 

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, uh-huh. 
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! 
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! 
Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Unbelievable! 

We're all alone on the stage tonight. 
We're all alone, 
On the stage, 
Tonight.

Don't push your foot on the heartbrake

(Written by Kate Bush) 

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.)

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 put your foot on the heartbrake.

(She's losing, she's losing, she's losing, she's losing...)

She's losing that inner flame. 
It was burning bright, 
But she's losing the light fast.

She's only herself to blame. 
Well, take care 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.)

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 put your foot on the heartbrake. 

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 put your foot on the heartbrake.

Oh England my lionheart

 (Written by Kate Bush) 

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 poet that never, ever ends. 
Our thumping hearts hold the ravens in, 
And keep the tower from tumbling. 

Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
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 apple-blossom. 
Give me one wish, and I'd be wassailing 
In the orchard, my English rose, 
Or with my shepherd, who'll bring me home. 

Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
Oh! England, my Lionheart, 
I don't want to go.

Fullhouse

(Written by Kate Bush) 

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 Full House in your head tonight 
(You've got to, you've got to) 
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'll just put in the boot.) 

(You've really got to) 
Remember yourself. 
You've got a Full House in your head tonight 
(You've got to, you've got to) 
Remember yourself. 
Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight. 

Remember yourself. 
You've got a Full House in your head tonight 
(You've got to, you've got to) 
Remember yourself. 
Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight

In the warm room

(Written by Kate Bush) 

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 tell 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 linger. 

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 tell you she's true. 
She'll tell you she loves you. 
She's waiting in that warm room. 

In the warm room. 

She's waiting in that warm room.

Kashka from Baghdad

 (Written by Kate Bush) 

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. 

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. 

'Cause when all the alley-cats come out, 
You can hear music from Kashka's house. 

At night 
They're seen 
Laughing, 
Loving. 
They know 
The way 
To be 
Happy.

"Watching every night.* 
Don't you know they're seen? 
Won't you let me laugh? 
Let me in your love. 

"Watching every night. 
Don't you know they're seen? 
Won't you let me laugh? 
Let me in your love. 

"Watching every night. 
Don't you know they're seen? 
Won't you let me laugh? 
Let me in your love. 

"Watching every night. 
Don't you know they're seen? 
Won't you let me laugh?"

Coffee homeground

(Written by Kate Bush) 

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.

Pictures 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 me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea, 
And you won't get me in a hole to rot--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.

Maybe you're 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.

Pictures of Crippin 
Lipstick-smeared. 
Torn wallpaper. 
Have the walls got ears here?.

You won't get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee, 
And you won't get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea, 
And you won't get me in a hole to rot--with your hemlock 
On the rocks.

With your hemlock on the rocks. 
"Noch ein Glas, mein Liebchen?"*
With your hemlock on the rocks. 
"Es schmeckt wunderbahr!"*
With your hemlock on the rocks. 
"Und ???"

Hammer Horror

 (Written by Kate Bush) 

You stood in the belltower, 
But now you're gone. 
So who 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 is forget 
You, friend. 

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. 

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? 

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. 

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?

All songs published by Kate Bush/EMI Music Publ.Ltd. except * Chappell and Co. Ltd.