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Babooshka Delius (Song Of Summer) Blow Away (For Bill) All We Ever Look For Egypt
The Wedding List Violin The Infant Kiss Night Scented Stock Army Dreamers Breathing
 
 
Produced by Kate Bush and Jon Kelly
Engineer: Jon Kelly
Assistant Engineer: - at Abbey Road Studios: John Barratt; - at Air Studios: Jon Jacobs

Art Direction: Kate Bush
Front Cover and Centre: Nick Price
Back Cover Concept and Photography: John Carder Bush
Lettering: Carol Bennett
Costume Design: Gini Hardy
Artwork Co-Ordination: Paul Maxwell Ltd.

All songs written, and except where stated, arranged by Kate Bush
Vocals, Piano and Harmonies: Kate Bush

All lyrics published by Kate Bush Music Ltd. 1980 EMI Music Publishing Ltd.

Richard Burgess and John Walters appear courtesy of RCA Records

Special thanks to Paddy for all his ideas,
to Richard Burgess and John Walters for bringing in and programming the Fairlight, CMI, and for their warmth and enthusiasm,
Max Middleton for all his help, Kevin McAlea for his ingenuity and for playing me Chopin,
Herbie Flowers for making me feel happy, Roy Harper for holding on to the poet in his music,
Peter Gabriel for opening the windows, Hannah and Jack for Being there,
Krishna and Ranchor for showers of gifts and to Richard Ames, Jeremy, Andrew, Eddie, Lisa, Vera, Hil Bill and Tell,
John, John, John, Jon, Jon and to all the musicians
who have worked patiently and understandingly on this album to make it the way I always wanted it to be.

ADDITIONAL MUSICIANS:
Babooshka: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Electric Bass - John Giblin; Fender Rhodes - Max Middleton; Balalaika, Backing Vocals - Paddy Bush;
Electric Guitars - Brian Bath, Alan Murphy; Backing Vocals - Gary Hurst; C.S.80 - Kate Bush
Delius (Song of Summer): Percussion - Roland; Delius, Sitar - Paddy Bush; Electric Guitar - Alan Murphy; Bass Voices - Ian Bairson, Paddy Bush;
Additional Percussion - Preston Heyman
Blow Away (for Bill): Drums, Percussion - Preston Heyman; Fretless Bass - Del Palmer; Fender Rhodes - Max Middleton; Acoustic Guitar - Brian Bath;
Strings - The Martin Ford Orchestra; String Arrangement - Max Middleton
All We Ever Look For: Koto - Paddy Bush; Acoustic Guitar - Alan Murphy; Acoustic Guitar - Brian Bath; Yamaha C.S.80 - Kate Bush;
Timpani - Morris Pert; Fairlight - Duncan Mackay; Backing Vocals - Preston Heyman, Paddy Bush, Andrew Bryant, Gary Hurst
Egypt: Drums, Percussion - Preston Heyman; Electric Bass - Del Palmer; Fender Rhodes, Mini Moog - Max Middleton;
Strumento De Porco, Backing Vocals - Paddy Bush; Prophet 5 - Mike Moran
The Wedding List: Drums (Percussion), Backing Vocals - Preston Heyman; Bass - Del Palmer; Electric Guitar - Alan Murphy;
Electric Guitar & Backing Vocals - Brian Bath; Fender Rhodes - Max Middleton; Strings - Martin Ford Orchestra; String Arrangement - Max Middleton;
Harmonica, Musical Saw, Backing Vocals - Paddy Bush
Violin: Drums - Preston Heyman; Electric Bass - Del Palmer; Electric Guitar - Brian Bath; Electric Guitar and Solo - Alan Murphy;
Violin - Kevin Burke; Banshee - Paddy Bush
The Infant Kiss: Viol - Adam Sceaping; Lironi - Jo Sceaping; Electric Guitar - Alan Murphy; String Arrangement - Jo & Adam Sceaping
Night Scented Stock: Lead and Backing Vocals - Kate Bush
Army Dreamers: Bodhran - Stuart Elliott; Acoustic Guitar, Backing Vocals - Brian Bath; Backing Vocals and Mandolin - Paddy Bush;
Backing Vocals, Electric & Bass Acoustic Guitar - Alan Murphy; Fairlight - Duncan Mackay
Breathing: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Fretless Bass - John Giblin; Fender Rhodes - Max Middleton; Electric Guitar - Alan Murphy;
Electric Guitar - Brian Bath; Prophet - Larry Fast; Percussion - Morris Pert; Backing Vocals - Roy Harper

(P) 1980 original sound recordings made by EMI Records Ltd. 1980 EMI Records Ltd.
 
 

 
Babooshka
(Written by Kate Bush) 

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.

She sent him scented letters, 
And he received them with a strange delight. 
Just like his wife 
But how she was before the tears, 
And how she was before the years flew by, 
And how she was when she was beautiful. 
She signed the letter

"All yours, 
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! 
All yours, 
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"

She wanted to take it further, 
So she arranged a place to go, 
To see if he 
Would fall for her incognito. 
And when he laid eyes on her, 
He got the feeling they had met before. 
Uncanny how she 
Reminds him of his little lady, 
Capacity to give him all he needs, 
Just like his wife before she freezed on him, 
Just like his wife when she was beautiful. 
He shouted out, "I'm

"All yours, 
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! 
All yours, 
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya! 
All yours, 
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"

 

Delius ( Song of summer)
(Written by Kate Bush) 

Ooh, he's a moody old man. 
Song of summer in his hand. 
Ooh, he's a moody old man. 
...in...in...in his hand. 
...in his hand.

"Hmm."

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, 
Delius, 
Delius amat. 
Syphilus, 
Deus, 
Genius, ooh.

To be sung of a summer night on the water. 
Ooh, on the water.

"Ta, ta-ta! 
Hmm. 
Ta, ta-ta! 
In B, Fenby!"

To be sung of a summer night on the water 
Ooh, on the water. 
On the water.

 

Blow away (For Bill)
(Written by Kate Bush) 

One of the band told me last night 
That music is all that he's got in his life. 
So where does it go? 
Surely not with his soul. 
Will all of his licks and his R'n'B

Blow away? 
Blow away 
Blow away

Our engineer had a different idea 
From people who nearly died but survived, 
Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here, 
And went to a room that was soon full of visitors.

Hello Minnie, Moony, Vicious, Vicious, Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny. 
Please don't thump me, 
Don't bump me, 
Don't dump me back there. 
Please don't thump me, 
Don't bump me, 
I want to stay here.

Put out the light, then, put out the light. 
Vibes in the sky invite you to dine.** 
Dust to dust, 
Blow to blow. 
Bolan and Moony are heading the show tonight.

Hello Minnie, Moony, ("Bill " [?]), Vicious, Vicious, 
Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny. 
Please don't thump me, 
Don't bump me, 
Don't dump me back there. 
Please don't thump me, 
Don't bump me, 
I want to stay here.

 

All we ever look for
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

Just look at your father 
And you'll see how you took after him. 
Me, I'm just another 
Like my brothers 
Of my mother's genes.

All they ever want for you 
Are the things they didn't do. 
All they ever wanted--a little clue. 
All they ever wanted--the truth. 
All they ever wanted--a little bit of you. 
All they ever wanted, 
But they never did get.

The whims that we're weeping for 
Our parents would be beaten for 
Leave the breast 
And then the rest 
And then regret you ever left.

All we're ever looking for 
Is another open door. 
All we ever look for--another womb. 
All we ever look for--our own tomb. 
All we ever look for--ooh, la lune. 
All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. 
All we ever look for, 
But we never do score.

All we ever look for--a god. 
All we ever look for--ooh, a drug. 
All we ever look for--a great big hug. 
All we ever look for--a little bit of you. 
All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too. 
All we ever look for, 
But we never do score.

 

Egypt
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

Follow the Nile 
Deep to much deeper. 
The Pyramids sound lonely tonight.

The sands run red 
In lands of the Pharoahs. 
Their symmetry gets right inside me. 

I cannot stop to comfort them. 
I'm busy chasing up my demon. 
I cannot stop to comfort them. 
I'm busy chasing up my demon. 
Oh, I'm in love 
With Egypt. 

My Pussy Queen 
Knows all my secrets. 
I'll never fall in love again. 
I drift with dunes. 
I whisper of the tombs. 
They offer me Egyptian delights. 

She's got me with that feline guise, 
Got me in those desert eyes. 
She's got me with that feline guise, 
Got me in those desert eyes. 
Oh I'm in love 
With Egypt.

 

The wedding list
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

No, I'll never give the hunt up, 
And I won't muck it up. 
Somehow this is it, I knew. 
Maybe fate wants you dead, too
We've come together in the very same room, 
And I'm coming for you! 

Do you think I'd ever let you 
Get away with it, huh? 
He swooned in warm maroon. 
There's gas in your barrel, and I'm flooded with Doom. 
You've made a wake of our honeymoon, 
And I'm coming for you!" 

"All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime"
'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead 
'Mystery Man.' God help the bride
She's a widow, all in red, 
With his red still wet. She said--" 

I'll put him on the wedding list! 
I'll put him on the wedding list! 
I'll get him and I will not miss. 

Now, as I'm coming for you, 
All I see is Rudi. 
I die with him, again and again. 
And I'll feel good in my revenge. 
I'm gonna fill your head with lead 
And I'm coming for you!

And when it's all over you'll roll over 
The butt of my gun: 
One in your belly, and one for Rudi. 
You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie. 
Bang-bang--Out! like an old cherootie, 
I'm coming for you! 

"All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime: 
'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead 
'Mystery Man.' God help the bride! 
She's a widow, all in red, 
With his red still wet. She said--" 

She sure got him on the wedding list
I'll got him on the wedding list! 
I'll got him and I will not miss. 
I'll put him on the wedding list! 

"And after she shot the guy, 
She committed suicide. 
I'm coming, Rudi! 
"And later, when they analysed, 
They found a little one inside. 
"It must have been Rudi's child." 
I shot, I shot, I shot him honey! 
"Never mind, she got the guy." 
He hit the ground, Rudi!
"An eye for an eye." 
Ashes to ashes... 
"Eye for an eye."
I hit him, hit him
Rudi!, Rudi!
I'm coming coming coming honey
"Eye for an eye."
Rudi!

 

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!

 

The infant kiss
  (Written by Kate Bush) 

Say good night-night 
I tuck him in tight. 
But things are not right.

What is this? An infant kiss 
That sends my body tingling?

I've never fallen for 
A little boy before. 
No control.

Just a kid and just at school. 
Back home they'd call me dirty. 
His little hand is on my heart. 
He's got me where it hurts me. 
Knock, knock. Who's there in this baby? 
You know how to work me.

All my barriers are going. 
It's starting to show. 
Let go. Let go. Let go.

I cannot sit and let 
Something happen I'll regret. 
Ooh, he scares me!

There's a man behind those eyes. 
I catch him when I'm bending.

Ooh, how he frightens me 
When they whisper privately. 
("Don't Let Go!") 
Windy-wailey blows me.

Words of caress on their lips 
That speak of adult love.

I want to smack but I hold back. 
I only want to touch.

But I must stay and find a way 
To stop before it gets too much!

All my barriers are going. 
It's starting to show. 
Let go. Let go. Let go. 
(Don't let go!)

 

Night Scented Stock
(Written by Kate Bush)

Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
ahh
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
ooh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh

 

Army dreamers
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

"B.F.P.O.*" 
Army dreamers. 
"Mammy's hero." 
"B.F.P.O." 
"Mammy's hero."

Our little army boy 
Is coming home from B.F.P.O. 
I've a bunch of purple flowers 
To decorate a mammy's hero.

Mourning in the aerodrome, 
The weather warmer, he is colder. 
Four men in uniform 
To carry home my little soldier.

"What could he do? 
Should have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar. 
"What could he do? 
Should have been a politician."
But he never had a proper education. 
"What could he do? 
Should have been a father."
But he never even made it to his twenties. 
What a waste -- 
Army dreamers. 
Ooh, what a waste of 
Army dreamers.

Tears o'er a tin box. 
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, 
Like a chicken with a fox, 
He couldn't win the war with ego.

Give the kid the pick of pips, 
And give him all your stripes and ribbons. 
Now he's sitting in his hole, 
He might as well have buttons and bows.

"What could he do? 
Should have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar. 
"What could he do? 
Should have been a politician."
But he never had a proper education. 
"What could he do? 
Should have been a father."
But he never even made it to his twenties. 
What a waste -- 
Army dreamers. 
Ooh, what a waste of 
Army dreamers. 
Ooh, what a waste of all that 
Army dreamers, 
Army dreamers, 
Army dreamers, oh...

("B.F.P.O.")
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum... 
Army dreamers. 
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum... 
("Mammy's hero.") 
("B.F.P.O.")
Army Dreamers. 
("Mammy's hero.") 
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes. 
("Mammy's hero.") 
("B.F.P.O.")
Army dreamers. 
("Mammy's hero.") 
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes.

[*--"B.F.P.O.": British Forces Posted Overseas.]

 

Breathing
(Written by Kate Bush) 

Outside 
Gets inside 
Through her skin. 
I've been out before 
But this time it's much safer in.

Last night in the sky, 
Such a bright light. 
My radar send me danger 
But my instincts tell me to keep

Breathing, 
("Out, in, out, in, out, in...")
Breathing, 
Breathing my mother in, 
Breathing my beloved in, 
Breathing, 
Breathing her nicotine, 
Breathing, 
Breathing the fall-out in, 
Out in, out in, out in, out in.

We've lost our chance. 
We're the first and the last, ooh, 
After the blast. 
Chips of Plutonium 
Are twinkling in every lung.

I love my 
Beloved, ooh, 
All and everywhere, 
Only the fools blew it. 
You and me 
Knew life itself is

Breathing, 
("Out, in, out, in, out...")
Breathing, 
Breathing my mother in, 
Breathing my beloved in, 
Breathing, 
Breathing her nicotine, 
Breathing, 
Breathing the fall-out in, 
Out in, out in, out in, out in, 
Out in, out in, out in, out... 
("Out!") 

("Out!")

'In point of fact it is possible to tell the
difference between a small nuclear explosion and 
a large one by a very simple method. 
The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that 
is far more dazzling than any light on earth -- brighter 
even than the sun itself -- and it is by the duration 
of this flash that we are able to determine the size
("What are we going to do without?") of the weapon. 
After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, 
sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things 
around the area of the explosion, and as this ascends, 
it soon becomes recognisable as the familiar "mushroom cloud". 
As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the 
number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb; 
then a more substantial, medium - sized bomb; 
and finally, one of our very powerful, "high-yield" bombs'.


"What are we going to do without?" 
Ooh please! 
"What are we going to do without?" 
Let me breathe! 
"What are we going to do without?" 
Ooh, Quick! 
"We are all going to die without!" 
Breathe in deep! 
"What are we going to die without?" 
Leave me something to breathe! 
"We are all going to die without!" 
Oh, leave me something to breathe! 
"What are we going to do without?" 
Oh, God, please leave us something to breathe!" 
"We are all going to die without 
Oh, life is--Breathing.

 

All lyrics published by Kate Bush Music Ltd./EMI Music Publishing Ltd.