- THE DREAMING -  


 

 

  

 

 
Sat In Your Lap There Goes A Tenner Pull Out The Pin Suspended In Gaffa Leave It Open
The Dreaming Night Of The Swallow All The Love Houdini Get Out Of My House
 
 
Produced by Kate Bush

Recorded at:
Advision and Odyssey Studios: Engineer - Paul Hardiman; Assistant Engineer - David Taylor, Teri Reed
Abbey Road Studios: Engineer - Haydn Bendall; Assistant Engineer - Danny Dawson, John Barrett
Townhouse Studios: Engineers - Nick Launay, Hugh Padgham; Assistant Engineer - Howard Gray, George Chambers, Nick Cook

All mixes engineered by Paul Hardiman at Advision Studios
Assistant Engineer - David Taylor
Digital Editing - Peter Woolliscroft
Cut - Ian Cooper

Songs written and arranged - Kate Bush
Photos and toning - Kindlight
Aquatinting - Nick Price
Sleeve Co-ordination - Bill Clark

Many thanks to: Graham Middleton, Jim Jones, Mike King, Steve Payne,
Step Lang, Duncan McKay, Kay Hunter, Bob Parr and Brian Tench at Mayfair Studios,
David Wooley and Nigel Barker at Air Studios, Chris Gibbons at Odyssey Studios and all at Advision and Abbey Road Studios

Special thanks to: Del Palmer, Jay, Paddy, Ma & Pa, Lisa, Hil, Andrew, Paul Hardiman, Dave Gilmour, Bill Whelan, Alan Murphy,
Haydn and Dan-Dan the Suchi man, Jon Kelly and to everyone who has helped to complete and inspire this album

This album was made to be played loud

Eberhard Weber appears courtesy of E.C.M. Records

ADDITIONAL MUSICIANS:
Sat In Your Lap: Drums - Preston Heyman; Bass - Jimmy Bain; Piano & Fairlight - Kate Bush; Sticks - Paddy Bush & Preston Heyman;
B.V.'s - Ian Bairnson, Gary Hurst, Stewart Arnold & Paddy Bush; CMI Trumpet Section - Geoff Downes
There Goes A Tenner: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Bass - Del Palmer; Synclavier - Dave Lawson; Piano, Fairlight & CS' 80 - Kate Bush
Pull Out The Pin: Drums - Preston Heyman; String Bass - Danny Thompson; Piano - Kate Bush; Electric Guitar - Brian Bath; B.V.'s - Dave Gilmour
Suspended In Gaffa: Drums & Sticks - Stuart Elliott; Bass - Del Palmer; Piano - Kate Bush; Strings - Paddy & Kate Bush;
Mandolins - Paddy Bush; Synclavier - Dave Lawson
Leave It Open: Drums - Preston Heyman; Bass - Jimmy Bain; Electric Guitar - Alan Murphy, Acoustic Guitar - Ian Bairnson; Piano & Fairlight - Kate Bush
The Dreaming: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Digeridu - Rolf Harris; Piano & Fairlight - Kate Bush; Animals - Percy Edwards;
Bullroarer & Backing Vocals - Paddy Bush; Crowd - Gosfield Goers
Night Of The Swallow: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Fretless & 8 String Bass - Del Palmer; Piano and Fairlight - Kate Bush;
Pipes & Strings written and arranged by Bill Whelan, Uillean Pipes & Penny Whistle - Liam O'Flynn; Fiddle - Sean Keane; Bouzouki - Donnal Lunny
All The Love: Drums and percussion - Stuart Elliott; Bass - Del Palmer; Piano and Fairlight - Kate Bush; Choirboy - Richard Thornton
Houdini: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Bass - Eberhard Weber; Piano & Fairlight - Kate Bush; Strings written and arranged - Dave Lawson, Andrew Powell;
"Houdini" - Gordon Farrell; "Rosabel Believe" - Del Palmer
Get Out Of My House: Drums - Preston Heyman; Bass - Jimmy Bain; Electric Guitars - Alan Murphy; Piano and Fairlight - Kate Bush; B.V.'s - Paddy Bush;
"Eeyore" - Paul Hardiman; Drum Talk - Esmail Sheikh

All lyrics 1982, except 'Sat In Your Lap' which is 1981, by Kate Bush Music Ltd. / EMI Music Publishing Ltd.
(P) 1982 original sound recordings made by Novercia Ltd.
1982, except 'Sat In Your Lap' which is 1981, by Kate Bush Music Publishing Ltd. / EMI Records Ltd.
 
 

 
Sat in your lap
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

I see the people working, 
And see it working for them. 
And so I want to join in, 
But then I find it hurts me. 

Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap. 
Some say that knowledge is something that you never have. 

I see the people happy, 
So can it happen for me? 
'Cause when I am unhappy, 
There's nothing that can move me. 

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. 

I must admit, just when I think I'm king, 
(I just begin.) 
Just when I think I'm king, I must admit, 
(I just begin.) 
Just when I think I'm king, 
(I just begin.) 

I've been doing it for years. 
My goal is moving near. 
It says, "Look! I'm over here." 
Then it up and disappears. 

Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap. 
Some say that knowledge is ho-ho-ho-ho. 

I want to be a lawyer. 
I want to be a scholar. 
But I really can't be bothered. 
Ooh, just gimme it quick, gimme it, gimme gimme gimme gimme! 

Some say that knowledge is ho ho ho. 
Some say that knowledge is ho ho ho. 
Some say that heaven is hell. 
Some say that hell is heaven. 

I must admit, just when I think I'm king, 
(I just begin.) 
Just when I think I'm king, I must admit, 
(I just begin.) 
Just when I think everything's going great, 
(I just begin,) 
Hey, I get the break, 
Hey, I'm gonna take it all-- 
(I just begin.) 
When I'm king-- 
(-- just begin.) 

In my dome of ivory, 
A home of activity, 
I want the answers quickly, 
But I don't have no energy. 

I hold a cup of wisdom, 
But there is nothing within. 
My cup, she never overfloweth, 
And 'tis I that moan- and groaneth. 

Some grey and white matter, 
"Give me the karma, mama!" 
I'm coming up the ladder, 
"A jet to Mecca," 
I'm coming up the ladder, 
"Tibet or Jeddah, 
Up the ladder... 
"To Salisbury, 
A monastery, 
The longest journey, 
Across the desert, 
Across the weather, 
Across the elements, 
Across the water!"

 

There goes a tenner
(Written by Kate Bush) 

Okay, remember. 
Okay, remember 
That we have just allowed 
Half an hour 
To get in, do it, and get out. 

The sense of adventure 
Is changing to danger. 
The signal has been given. 
I go in. 
The crime begins. 

My excitement 
Turns into fright. 

All my words fade. 
What am I gonna say? 
Mustn't give the game away. 

We're waiting. 
We're waiting. 
We're waiting. 

We got the job sussed. 
This shop's shut for business. 
The lookout has parked the car, 
But kept the engine running. 
Three beeps means trouble's coming. 

I hope you remember 
To treat the gelignite tenderly for me. 
I'm having dreams about things 
Not going right. 
Let's leave in plenty of time tonight. 

Both my partners 
Act like actors: 
You are Bogart, 
He is George Raft, 
That leaves Cagney and me. 
("What about Edward G.?") 

We're waiting. 
We're waiting. 
We're waiting. 

You blow the safe up. 
Then all I know is I wake up, 
Covered in rubble. One of the rabble 
Needs mummy. 
("What's all this then?") 
The government will never find the money. 
("What's all this then?") 

I've been here all day, 
A star in strange ways.* 
Apart from a photograph 
They'll get nothing from me, 
Not until they let me see my solicitor. 

Ooh, I remember 
That rich, windy weather 
When you would carry me, 
Pockets floating 
In the breeze. 

Ooh, there goes a tenner. 
Hey, look! There's a fiver. 
There's a ten-shilling note. 
Remember them? 
That's when we used to vote for him.

 

Pull out the pin
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

Just as we hit the green, 
I've never been so happy to be alive. 
Only seven miles behind 
You could smell the child, 
The smell of the front line's survival. 

With my silver Buddha 
And my silver bullet, 
(I pull the pin.) 

You learn to ride the Earth, 
When you're living on your belly and the enemy are city-births. 
Who need radar? We use scent. 
They stink of the west, stink of sweat. 
Stink of cologne and baccy, and all their Yankee hash. 

With my silver Buddha 
And my silver bullet, 
(I'm pulling on the pin,) 
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin. 
(pulling on the pin, oh...) 

Just one thing in it: 
Me or him. 
Just one thing in it: 
Me or him. 
And I love life! 
Just one thing in it: 
Me or him. 
And I love life! 
I love life! 
I love life! 

I've seen the coat for me. 
I'll track him 'til he drops, 
Then I'll pop him one he won't see. 
He's big and pink, and not like me. 
He sees no light. 
He sees no reason for the fighting 

With my silver Buddha 
And my silver bullet. 
(I'm pulling on the pin,) 
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin. 
(pulling on the pin, oh...) 

I had not seen his face, 
'til I'm only feet away 
Unbeknown to my prey. 
I look in American eyes. 
I see little life, 
See little wife. 
He's striking violence up in me. 

With my silver Buddha 
And my silver bullet. 

Just one thing in it: 
Me or him. 
Just one thing in it: 
Me or him. 
And I love life! 
Just one thing in it: 
Me or him. 
And I love life! 
I love life! 
I love life! 

Just one thing in it: 
Me or him. 
And I love life! 
Just one thing in it: 
Me or him. 
And I love life! 
Just one thing in it: 
Me or him. 
And I love life! 
I love life! 
I love life!

 

Suspended in Gaffa
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

Out in the garden 
There's half of a heaven, 
And we're only bluffing. 
We're not ones for busting through walls, 

But they've told us 
Unless we can prove 
That we're doing it, 
We can't have it all. 

He's gonna wangle 
A way to get out of it. 
She's an excuse 
And a witness who'll talk when he's called. 

But they've told us 
Unless we can prove 
That we're doing it, 
We can't have it all. 
We can't have it all. 

"I caught a glimpse of a god, all shining and bright." 

Suddenly my feet are feet of mud. 
It all goes slo-mo. 
I don't know why I'm crying. 
Am I suspended in Gaffa? 
Not until I'm ready for you, 
Not until I'm ready for you 
Can I have it all. 

I try to get nearer, 
But as it gets clearer 
There's something appears in the way, 
It's a plank in me eye, 

With a camel 
Who's trying to get through it, 
Am I doing it? 
Can I have it all now? 

I pull out the plank and say 
"Thank you for yanking me back 
To the fact that there's 
Always something to distract." 

But sometimes it's hard 
To know if I'm doing it right. 
Can I have it all? 
Can I have it all now? 
We can't have it all. 

"We all have a dream...maybe." 

Suddenly my feet are feet of mud. 
It all goes slo-mo. 
I don't know why I'm crying. 
Am I suspended in Gaffa? 
Not until I'm ready for you, 
Not until I'm ready for you 
Can I have it all. 

I won't open boxes 
That I am told not to. 
I'm not a Pandora. 
I'm much more like 

That girl in the mirror. 
Between you and me 
She don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all. 
Not anywhere at all. 
No, not a thing. 
She can't have it all. 

"Mother, where are the angels? I'm scared of the changes." 

Suddenly my feet are feet of mud. 
It all goes slo-mo. 
I don't know why I'm crying. 
Am I suspended in Gaffa? 
Not until I'm ready for you, 
Not until I'm ready for you 
Can I have it all.

 

Leave it open
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

With my ego in my gut, 
My babbling mouth would wash it up. 
(But now I've started learning how,) 
I keep it shut. 

My door was never locked, 
Until one day a trigger come cocking. 
(But now I've started learning how,) 
I keep it shut. 

Wide eyes would clean and dust 
Things that decay, things that rust. 
(But now I've started learning how,) 
I keep 'em shut. 
I keep 'em shut. 

Harm is in us. 
Harm is in us, but power to arm. 
Harm is in us. 
Harm in us, but power to arm. 
Harm is in us. 
("Leave it open!") 
Harm is in us, but power to arm. 

Narrow mind would persecute it, 
Die a little to get to it. 
(But now I've started learning how.) 
I leave it open. 

I kept it in a cage, 
Watched it weeping, but I made it stay. 
(But now I've started learning how.) 
I leave it open. 
I leave it open. 

Harm is in us. 
Harm in us, but power to arm. 
Harm is in us. 
Harm in us, but power to arm. 

Harm is in us. 
("Leave it open!") 
Harm in us, but power to arm. 
Harm is in us. 
Harm in us, but power to arm. 
Harm is in us. 
("Leave it open!") 
Harm in us, but power to arm. 
Harm is in us. 
Harm in us, but power to arm. 
Harm is in us. 
Har in us, but power to arm. 
Harm is in us! 
Harm is in us! 
Harm is in us! 
Harm is in us! 
Harm is in us! 
Harm is in us-- 
Harm in you and in me! 

What you letting in? 
Tell me what you're letting in. 
Say what we're gonna let in! 

"We let the weirdness in. 
We let the weirdness in. 
We let the weirdness in. 
We let the weirdness in. 
We let the weirdness in."

 

The dreaming
(Written by Kate Bush)

'Bang!' goes another kanga
On the bonnet of the van.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree
'Til you near him on the motorway
And the tree begin to breathe.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land." 

("Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha")

Coming in with the golden light
In the morning.
Coming in with the golden light
Is the New Man.
Coming in with the golden light
Is my dented van. 

Woomera.

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me," 

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-"
Woomera.
"A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me. 

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-" 

The civilised keep alive
The territorial war.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Erase the race that claim the place
And say we dig for ore,
Or dangle devils in a bottle
And push them from the Pull of the Bush.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
You find them in the road.
"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
In the road. 

Coming in with the golden light
In the morning.
Coming in with the golden light
With no warning.
Coming in with the golden light
We bring in the rigging.
Dig, dig, dig, dig away. 

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me," 

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-"
Woomera.
"A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me," 

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-"
Woomera.
"Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me," 

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-"
Woomera.
"Me-me-me-me-me." 

Ma-ma-many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree
("La, la, oo-ooh!")
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
You near him on the motorway
And the tree begin to breathe.
Erase the race that claim the place
And say we dig for ore.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Dangle devils in a bottle
And push them from the Pull of the Bush.
"See the sun set in the hand of the man." 

"Bang!" goes another kanga
On the bonnet of the van.
"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
You find them in the road.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
In the road.
"See the light."
("Push 'em from the")
Pull of the Bush.
"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
("Push 'em from the")
Pull of the Bush.
"See the sun set in the hand of the man." 

("Oh, re mikayina!")

 

Night of the swallow
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

The night doesn't like it. 
Looks just like your face on the moon, to me. 
And I won't let you do 
What you want to do. 

It's funny how, even now, 
You're laughing. 

I won't let you do it. 

If you go, I'll let the law know, 
And they'll head you off when you touch the ground. 
Ooh, please, don't go through with this. 
I don't like the sound of it. 

It's funny how, even now, 
You're miles away. 

I won't let you do it. 
I won't let you do it. 
I won't let you go through with it. 

"Meet them over at Dover. 
I'll just pilot the motor, 
Take them over the water 

"With a hired plane, 
And no names mentioned. 
Tonight's the night of the flight. 
Before you know, 
I'll be over the water 

"Like a swallow. 
There's no risk. 
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight. 
And though pigs can fly, 
They'll never find us 
Posing as the night, 
And I'm home before the morning." 

In Malta, catch a swallow, 
For all of the guilty--to set them free. 
Wings fill the window, 
And they beat and bleed. 

They hold the sky on the other side 
Of BORDERlines. 

"Meet them over at Dover. 
I'll just pilot the motor, 
Take them over the water, 
Like a swallow flying to Malta, 

"With a hired plane, 
And no names mentioned. 
Tonight's the night of the flight. 
Before you know, 
I'll be over the water 
Like a swallow. 

"There's no risk. 
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight. 
And though pigs can fly, 
They'll never find us 
Posing as the night, 
And I'm home before the morning. 

"Give me a break! 
Ooh, let me try! 
Give me something to show 
For my miserable life! 
Give me something to take! 
Would you break even my wings, 
Just like a swallow? 

"Let me--let me go 
With a hired plane, 
And no names mentioned. 
Tonight's the night of the flight. 
Before you know, 
I'll be over the water 
Like a swallow. 

("Let me--let me go!") 
"There's no risk. 
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight. 
And though pigs can fly, 
They'll never find us 
Posing as the night, 
And I'm home before the morning. 

("Let me--let me go!") 
"With a hired plane, 
And no names mentioned. 
Tonight's the night of the flight. 
Before you know, 
I'll be over the water 
Like a swallow. 

("Let me--let me go!") 
"There's no risk. 
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight. 
And though pigs can fly, 
They'll never find us 
Posing as the night, 
And I'm home before the morning--" 

But you're not a swallow!

 

All the love
(Written by Kate Bush) 

The first time I died 
Was in the arms of good friends of mine. 
They kiss me with tears. 
They hadn't been near me for years. 
Say, why do it now 
When I won't be around, I'm going out?

"We needed you 
To love us too. 
We wait for your move."

Only tragedy allows the release 
Of love and grief never normally seen. 
I didn't want to let them see me weep, 
I didn't want to let them see me weak, 
But I know I have shown 
That I stand at the gates alone.

"I needed you 
To love me too. 
I wait for your move."

All the love, all the love, 
All the love we should have given. 
All the love, all the love, 
All the love you could have given. 
All the love, all the love, 
All the love... 
("Run for the hills...")*

The next time I dedicate 
My life's work to the friends I make, 
I give them what they want to hear. 
They think I'm up to something weird 
And up rears the head of fear in me. 
So now when they ring 
I get my machine to let them in.

"I needed you 
To love me too. 
I wait for your move."

All the love, all the love, 
All the love you should have given. 
All the love, all the love, 
All the love we could have given. 
All the love, all the love, 
All the love...

"Take care, tootle-ooh." 
"Bye-bye." 
"Bye, so long now." [uncertain] 
"Bye!" 
"Later." 
"Bye-ee!" 
"Cheerio." 
"Bye!" 
"Bye-bye." 
"Bye." 
"stay healthy." [uncertain] 
"Bye-ee!" 
"Bye." 
"Cheers." 
"See ya, luv." 
"Bye!" 
"Good bye." 
"I'll see ya, luv." 
"Good night."

"We needed you 
To love us too. 
We wait for your move."

 

Houdini 
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

I wait at the table, 
And hold hands with weeping strangers, 
Wait for you 
To join the group. 

The tambourine jingle-jangles. 
The medium roams and rambles. 
Not taken in, 
I break the circle. 

I want this man 
To go away now. 

With a kiss 
I'd pass the key 
And feel your tongue 
Teasing and receiving. 
With your spit 
Still on my lip, 
You hit the water. 

Him and I in the room 
To prove you are with us too. 

He's using code that only you and I know. 
This is no trick of his. 
This is your magic. 

I'd catch the cues, 
Watching you, 
Hoping you'd do something wrong. 

Everybody thinks you'll never make it, 
But every time, 
You escape: 

'Rosabel believe, 
Not even eternity 
Can hold Houdini!' 

"Rosabel, believe!" 

Through the glass 
I'd watch you breathe. 
("Not even eternity--") 
Bound and drowned, 
And paler than you've ever been. 
("--will hold Houdini!") 

With your life 
The only thing in my mind-- 
We pull you from the water! 

(Houdini!) 

You ("Hou-di-ni...") 
And I 
And Rosabel believe.

 

Get out of my house
 (Written by Kate Bush) 

("Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!") 

When you left, the door was 
(slamming!) 
You paused in the doorway 
(slamming!) 
As though a thought stole you away. 
(slamming!) 
I watched the world pull you away. 
(Lock it!) 

So I run into the hall, 
(Lock it!) 
Into the corridor. 
(Lock it!) 
There's a door in the house 
(slamming). 
I hear the lift descending. 
(slamming!) 
I hear it hit the landing, 
(slamming!) 
See the hackles on the cat 
(standing). 

With my key I 
(lock it). 
With my key I 
(lock it up). 
With my key I 
(lock it). 
With my key I 
(lock it up). 

I am the concierge chez-moi, honey. 
Won't letcha in for love, nor money. 
("Let me in!") 
My home, my joy. 
I'm barred and bolted and I 
(Won't let you in). 
(Get out of my house!) 

No stranger's feet 
Will enter me. 
(Get out of my house!) 
I wash the panes, 
(Get out of my house!) 
I clean the stains away. 
(Get out of my house!) 

This house is as old as I am. 
(Slamming.) 
This house knows all I have done. 
(Slamming.) 
They come with their weather hanging 'round them, 
(Slamming.) 
But can't knock my door down! 
(Slamming.) 

With my key I 
(lock it). 
With my key I 
(lock it). 

This house is full of m-m-my mess. 
(Slamming.) 
This house is full of m-m-mistakes. 
(Slamming.) 
This house is full of m-m-madness. 
(Slamming.) 
This house is full of, full of, full of fight! 
(Slam it.) 

With my keeper I 
(clean up). 
With my keeper I 
(clean it all up). 
With my keeper I 
(clean up). 
With my keeper I 
(clean it all up). 

I am the concierge chez-moi, honey. 
Won't letcha in for love, nor money. 
("It's cold out here!") 
My home, my joy. 
I'm barred and bolted and I 
(Get out of my house!) 
(Won't let you in). 

(Get out of my house!) 
No stranger's feet 
(Get out of my house!) 
Will enter me. 
(Get out of my house!) 
I wash the panes. 
(Get out of my house!) 
I clean the stains. 
(Get out of my house!) 
(Get out of my house!) 
(Get out of my house!) 
(Get out of my house!) 
Won't enter me. 
(Get out of my house!) 
(Get out of my house!) 
(Get out of my house!) 
(Get out of my house!) 
Yeah! Won't let you in! 
(Get out of my house!) 
(Get out of my house!) 
"Let me in! 

"Woman let me in! 
Let me bring in the memories! 
Woman let me in! 
Let me bring in the Devil Dreams!" 

I will not let you in! 
Don't you bring back the reveries. 
I turn into a bird, 
Carry further than the word is heard. 

"Woman let me in! 
I turn into the wind. 
I blow you a cold kiss, 
Stronger than the song's hit." 

I will not let you in. 
I face towards the wind. 
I change into the Mule. 
"I change into the Mule." 

Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw-hee-haw-hee-haw-hee-haw... 

"Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!"

 

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