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Moving Them Heavy People Violin Strange Phenomena Hammer Horror Don't Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake
Wow Feel It Kite James And The Cold Gun Oh England My Lionheart Wuthering Heights
 
 
Conceived, written, produced and choreographed by Kate Bush with the assistance of:
Gary Hurst - Movement and dance
Simon Drake - Illusions, magic and mime
Stewart Avon-Arnold - Movement and dance

Liz Pearson - Backing Vocals
Glenys Groves - Backing Vocals
Alan Murphy - Electric Guitar, Whistle
Del Palmer - Electric Bass
Brian Bath - Electric Guitar, Mandolin, Vocal Harmonies
Paddy Bush - Mandolin, Vocal Harmonies, Additional Instrumentation
Kevin McAlea - Piano, Keyboards, Saxophone, 12-String Guitar
Ben Barson - Synthesiser, Acoustic Guitar
Preston Heyman - Drums and Percussion

Choreography consultant - Anthony Van Laast
Costume design consultant - Lisa Hayes

Produced for the stage by Kate Bush Visuals
Produced by Keefco
Directed by Keef

In April 1979, the first Kate Bush concerts, designed, directed and produced by Kate,
opened at the London Palladium, simply stunning all those lucky enough to have tickets.
Critics and audiences alike were overwhelmed by Kate's wide range of talents.
So successful was the opening that two further show were arranged at London's 
Hammersmith Odeon where this film was made on Sunday 13th May 1979.
Kate Bush is the complete entertainer, as if tailor-made for the age of video. She is not only a
complete musician - songwriter, vocalist, pianist and record producer - but her talents
also extend to choreography, dance and mime.
This film captures the essence of Kate Bush's performance - her talents combining to present a theatre of music 
and movement, of action-packed drama and of stirring emotion;
all conveyed with a sense of artistry unique to such a specially caring performer as Kate Bush.


Recorded live at Hammersmith Odeon, 13th May 1979
All tracks written by Kate Bush
All tracks published by EMI Music Publishing Ltd.

1981 The copyright in this video recording is owned by Novercia Ltd., under exclusive licence to EMI Records Ltd.
(P) 1994 The copyright in this sound recording is owned by Novercia Ltd., under exclusive licence to EMI Records Ltd.
This Package 1994 EMI Records Ltd.
Not to be sold separately
 
 

 
Moving 
(Written by Kate Bush) 

Moving stranger, 
Does it really matter, 
As long as you're not afraid to feel? 
Touch me, hold me. 
How my open arms ache! 
Try to fall for me. 

How I'm moved. 
How you move me 
With your beauty's potency. 
You give me life. 
Please don't let me go. 
You crush the lily in my soul. 

Moving liquid
Yes, you are just as water. 
You flow around all that comes in your way. 
Don't think it over, 
It always takes you over, 
And sets your spirit dancing. 

How I'm moved. 
How you move me 
With your beauty's potency. 
You give me life. 
Please don't let me go. 
You crush the lily in my soul.

 

Them heavy people 
(Written by Kate Bush) 

Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 

They arrived at an inconvenient time. 
I was hiding in a room in my mind. 
They made me look at myself. I saw it well. 
I'd shut the people out of my life. 

So now I take the opportunities: 
Wonderful teachers ready to teach me. 
I must work on my mind. For now I realise: 
Everyone of us has a heaven inside. 

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. 
Them heavy people help me. 
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 

They open doorways that I thought were shut for good. 
They read me Gurdjieff and Jesu. 
They build up my body, break me emotionally. 
It's nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling! 

I love the whirling of the dervishes. 
I love the beauty of rare innocence. 
You don't need no crystal ball, 
Don't fall for a magic wand. 
We humans got it all, we perform the miracles. 

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. 
Them heavy people help me. 
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me. 
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball...

 

Violin 
(Written by Kate Bush) 

Four strings across the bridge, 
Ready to carry me over, 
Over the quavers, drunk in the bars, 
Out of the realm of the orchestra, 
Out of the realm of the orchestra. 

Filling me up with the shivers. 
Filling me up with the shivers and quivers. 
Filling me up with the shivers. 

Get the bow going! 
Let it scream to me: 
Violin! Violin! Violin! 

Get the bow going! 
Let it scream to me: 
Violin! Violin! Violin! 

Paganini up on the chimney, 
Lord of the dance, 
With Nero and old Nicky. 
Whack that devil 
Into my fiddlestick! 
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s,* 
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s. 

Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny. 
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee. 
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny. 
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee! 

Get the bow going! 
Let it scream to me: 
Violin! Violin! Violin! 

Get the bow going! 
Let it scream to me: 
Violin! Violin! Violin! 

Get the bow going! 
Let it scream to me: 
Violin! Violin! Violin! 

Get the bow going! 
Let it scream to me: 
Violin! Violin! Violin!

 

Strange phenomena 
(Written by Kate Bush) 

Soon it will be the phase of the moon 
When people tune in. 
Every girl knows about the punctual blues, 
But who's to know the power behind our moves? 

A day of coincidence with the radio, 
And a word that won't go away. 
We know what they're all going to say. 
"G" arrives--"Funny, had a feeling he was on his way!" 

We raise our hats to the strange phenomena. 
Soul-birds of a feather flock together. 
We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us. 
Sure 'nuff, he has the answer, 
He has the answer 
He has the answer, be-duh-be-duh-be-duh-be-duh... 
"Om mani padme, 
Om mani padme, 
Om mani padme hum."* 

You pick up a paper. You read a name. 
You go out. It turns up again and again. 
You bump into a friend you haven't seen for a long time, 
Then into another you only thought about last night. 

You hear your sister calling for you, 
But you don't know where from. 
You know there's something wrong, 
But you don't want to believe in a premonition. 

We raise our hats to the strange phenomena. 
Soul-birds of a feather flock together. 
We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us. 
Sure 'nuff, he has the answer, 
He has the answer 
He has the answer, be-duh-be-duh-be-duh-be-duh... 
"Om mani padme, 
Om mani padme, 
Om mani padme hum."* 

"Om mani padme hum. 
Om mani padme hum. 
Om mani padme hum. 
Om mani padme hum..."

 

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?

 

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.

 

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.

 

Feel it 
(Written by Kate Bush) 

After the party 
You took me back to your parlour. 
A little nervous laughter 
Locking the door. 
My stockings fall 
Onto the floor. 
Desperate for more. 

Nobody else can share this. 
Here comes one and one makes one, 
The glorious union. 
Well it could be love, 
Or it could be just lust, 
But it will be fun. 
It will be wonderful. 

Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, 
Feel it, my love. 
Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, 
Feel it, my love. 
Oh, I need it. Oh, oh, feel it, 
Feel it, my love. 
Feel it! 
See what you're doing to me? 

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. 

Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, 
Feel it, my love. 
Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, 
Feel it, my love. 
Oh, I need it. Oh, oh, feel it, 
Feel it, my love. 
Feel it! 
See what you're doing to me? 
See what you're doing to me? 
Just see what you're doing to me.

 

Kite 
(Written by Kate Bush) 

"Come up and be a kite"

Beelzebub is aching in my belly-o. 
My feet are heavy and I'm rooted in my wellios. 
And I want to get away and go 
From all these mirror windows. 

I look at eye level, it isn't good enough. 
And then I find it out when I take a good look up. 
There's a hole in the sky with a big eyeball 
Calling me: 

"Come up and be a kite, 
On a diamond flight! 
A diamond kite, a diamond kite. 
Ooh, what a diamond! 

"A diamond kite 
On a diamond flight. 
Over the lights, under the moon. 
Over the lights, under the moon. 
Over the moon, over the moon!" 

I feel a rush along my body, like a bullet. 
I'm 2-D after a push-and-pull feeling. 
And I want to get back to safe home: 
I love the homeland dome.* 

I got no limbs, I'm like a feather on the wind. 
Well, I'm not sure if I want to be up here, at all. 
And I'd like to be back on the ground, 
But I don't know how to get down--down--down! 

"Come up and be a kite, 
On a diamond flight! 
A diamond kite, a diamond kite. 
Ooh, what a diamond! 

"A diamond kite 
On a diamond flight. 
Over the lights, under the moon. 
Over the lights, under the moon. 
Over the moon, over the moon!"

 

James and the cold gun 
(Written by Kate Bush) 

James, come on home. 
You've been gone too long, baby. 
We can't let our hero 
Die alone. 

We miss you day and night. 
You left town to live by the rifle. 
You left us to fight, 
But it just ain't right to take away the light. 

Remember Genie from the casino? 
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed. 
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back, 
'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead. 
They're only lonely for the life that they led 
With their old friend. 

Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun? 
Selling your soul to a 
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun? 

Where lies your heart? 
It's not there in the buckskin, baby. 
It's not there in the gin 
That makes you laugh long and loud. 

You're a coward, James. 
You're running away from humanity. 
You're running away from reality. 
It won't be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down. 

Remember Genie from the casino? 
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed. 
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back, 
'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead. 
They're only lonely for the life that they led 
With their old friend. 

Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun? 
Selling your soul to a 
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun.

 

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.

 

Wuthering heights 
(Written by Kate Bush) 

Out on the wiley, windy moors 
We'd roll and fall in green. 
You had a temper like my jealousy: 
Too hot, too greedy. 
How could you leave me, 
When I needed to possess you? 
I hated you. I loved you, too. 

Bad dreams in the night. 
They told me I was going to lose the fight, 
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering 
Wuthering Heights. 

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. 
Come home. I'm so cold! 
Let me in-a-your window. 

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. 
Come home. I'm so cold! 
Let me in-a-your window. 

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely, 
On the other side from you. 
I pine a lot. I find the lot 
Falls through without you. 
I'm coming back, love. 
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream, 
My only master. 

Too long I roam in the night. 
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right. 
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, 
Wuthering Heights, 

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. 
Come home. I'm so cold! 
Let me in-a-your window. 

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. 
Come home. I'm so cold! 
Let me in-a-your window. 

Ooh! Let me have it. 
Let me grab your soul away. 
Ooh! Let me have it. 
Let me grab your soul away. 
You know it's me--Cathy! 

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. 
Come home. I'm so cold! 
Let me in-a-your window. 

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. 
Come home. I'm so cold! 
Let me in-a-your window. 

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. 
Come home. I'm so cold!