- THIS WOMAN'S WORK vol.I -
- The Empty Bullring ¨
Ran Tan Waltz ¨
Passing Through Air ¨
December Will Be Magic Again ¨
Warm And Soothing
Lord Of The Reedy River ¨ Ne T'En Fui Pas ¨ Un Baiser D'Enfant ¨ Under The Ivy ¨ Burning Bridge
My Lagan Love ¨ The Handsome Cabin Boy ¨ Not This Time ¨ Walk Straight Down The Middle ¨ Be Kind To My Mistakes
- All tracks Produced by Kate, except 2, 4, 8: Kate Bush and Jon Kelly, 3: Dave Gimour
All tracks written by Kate Bush, except: 6: Donovan, 12: Trad., Arr. by Kate Bush
All tracks published by Kate Bush Music Ltd. / EMI Music Publishing Ltd., except:
4, 5: Kate Bush Music Ltd., 6: Donovan Music Ltd.
1-5 (P) 1980; 6 (P) 1981; 7 (P) 1982; 8 (P) 1983; 9-11 (P) 1985; 12, 13 (P) 1986; 14, 15 (P) 1989
The copyright in these sound recordings is owned by Novercia Ltd., under exclusive license to EMI Records Ltd.
(P) 1990 The copyright in this compilation is owned by EMI Records Ltd. / Novercia Ltd. © 1990 EMI Records Ltd.
- The empty bullring
- (Written by Kate
Bush)
Disappears through a window.
Out of my mind
Trying to keep him at home.
Out into Rome
In the early hours,
Leaving me here
Like Tamlaine in her Tower.
You are going
To the empty bullring,
Taking your red cloak
To regain something.
Oh, you rolling matador,
Kill in your eyes
For the toro
That shut the door
To glory and gore.
The throw of the rose--
It's all you lived for,
But you've lost it all.
Your red streak
On the plot where many feet
Left it incomplete.
But you kept the meaning.
You feel him charge again,
And you feel him cut you down
Right on the spot
Where you thought
You were ground for good.
These flights of fantasy
Make your wounds more sore,
But you've every right
To even grab at the last straw.
Oh, Lord...
Oh, you rolling matador,
Kill in your eyes
For the toro
That shut the door
To glory and gore.
The throw of the rose--
It's all you lived for,
But you've lost it all.
- Ran tan waltz
- (Written by Kate Bush)
Where is she
When the little thing cries?
She lies in a bed
With a friend of mine.
But some nights
She'll run back in fright
If she picks on a dick
That's too big for her pride.
Oh! Oh!
Why did I ever go marry her?
I was a child!
I'm holding the baby,
She's ran-tanning constantly.
She saw me coming for miles.
She saw me open wide.
Four o'clock
And the key's in the lock.
And she's been on the win [The word might be "wing".]
And she's stinking of drink.
Wakes the kid,
So I put him to sleep,
And she's in there all night,
Doubled over the sink.
Oh! Oh!
Why did I ever go marry her?
I was a child!
I'm holding the baby,
She's ran-tanning constantly.
She saw me coming for miles.
She saw me open wide.
Open wide.
Open wide.
- Passing through air
- (Written by Kate Bush)
Passing through air.
You mix the stars with your arms.
Walking through there.
The doom of eternity balms.
Skies of grey are not today.
Oh! Don't you throw my love away,
I need your loving, I need your loving.
Oh! Don't you pour down rain today,
I need your love, I need your care
So much, so much, so much!
Laughing through smiles.
You lick my love with the years.
Walking for miles.
You cool my brow with your tears.
Skies of greay are not today.
Oh! Don't you throw my love away,
I need your loving, I need your loving.
Oh! Don't you pour down rain today,
I need your love, I need your care
So much, so much, so much!
Oh! Don't you throw my love away,
I need your loving, I need your loving.
Oh! Don't you pour down rain today,
I need your loving, I need your loving.
Oh! Don't you throw my love away,
I need your loving, I need your loving.
Oh! Don't you pour down rain today,
I need your loving, I need your loving.
- December will be magic again
- (Written by Kate Bush)
December will be magic again.
Take a husky to the ice
While Bing Crosby sings White Christmas.
He makes you feel nice.
December will be magic again.
Old Saint Nicholas up the chimney,
Just a-popping up in my memory.
Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Ooh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall
("Fall!") [backwards]
Like the snow.
Come to cover the lovers.
(Cover the lovers,
But don't you wake them up.)
Come to sparkle the dark up.
(Sparkle the dark up,
With just a touch of make-up.)
Come to cover the muck up.
(Cover the muck up,
Ooh, with a little luck.)
December will be magic again.
Light the canDLe-lights
To conjure Mr. Wilde
Into the Silent Night.
Ooh, it's quiet inside,
Here in Oscar's mind.
December will be magic again.
Don't miss the brightest star.
Kiss under mistletoe.
I want to hear you laugh.
Don't let the mystery go now.
Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Ooh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall
("Fall!") [backwards]
Like the snow.
Come to cover the lovers.
(Cover the lovers,
But don't you wake them up.)
Come to sparkle the dark up.
(Sparkle the dark up, with just a touch of make-up.)
Come to cover the muck up
(Cover the muck up, ooh, with a little luck.)
Oh, I'm coming to cover the lovers.
Ooh, and I'm coming to sparkle the dark up.
Ooh, and I'm coming to cover the muck up.
- Warm and soothing
- (Written by Kate Bush)
Warm and soothing,
That's how I remember home.
Walking into arms
Through the back door.
Hearing voices I know well,
And long for.
Cold and boozy,
Our holiday in the Alps.
Sitting in the lobby,
Mostly smoking.
Choking on the woozy afternoon.
I'm reeling in the music
And I've only had a few.
And I'm afraid
By the way we grow old,
My darling.
Abrupt, too moody,
You making our party list.
I remember sulking
On the sofa.
For most of the winter
We were strangers.
Just one more
To ease the ache,
Before the night takes me.
When you stay asleep
On your side of the bed,
Don't look at me,
Don't look at you...
I'm reeling in the music
And I've only had a few.
And I'm afraid
By the way we grow old,
My darling.
- Lord of the reedy river
- (Written by Donovan)
I fell in love with a swan.
My eyes were filled with feathers,
He filled me with song,
In the reedy river,
In the reedy river.
I in my boat long hours,
He in his royal plumage--
I threw him some flowers,
In the reedy river,
In the reedy river.
Black was the night and starry.
I loosened off my garments
And let forth my hair,
In the reedy river,
In the reedy river.
Sadly we mourned and sighed,
Whilst in evening twilight
Two swans glide and fly
In the reedy river,
In the reedy river,
("Two swans glide and fly")
In the reedy river.
("Two swans glide and fly")
I fell in love with a swan...
(unintelligible spoken words)
- Ne T'En Fui Pas
- (Music by Kate Bush,
Lyrics by Kate Bush, Vivienne Chandler and Patrick Jeaneau)
Je viens
Comme un chat
Par la nuit si noire.
Tu attends,
Et je tombe
Dans tes ailes blanches, la-la-la...
Et je vole,
Et je coule
Comme une plume.
Si les grands yeux de mon Dieu
Ne me gardaient pas,
Je te volerais
Ne t'en fui pas!
Tu as des ailes,
Le pouvoir de me quitter.
Tu es tombé
Du ciel comme un ange, la-la-la
Et j'ai peur
Que le ciel
Te reprenne.
Si les grands yeux de mon Dieu
Ne me gardaient pas,
Je te volerais.
Je viens
Comme un chat
Par la nuit si noire.
Je t'en prie,
Je t'en prie,
Je t'en prie,
Je t'en prie,
Je t'en prie,
Je t'en prie--
Ne t'en fui
Pas!
Don't Fly Away
(Ne T'En Fui Pas)
I am coming
Like a cat
Through the night so black
You are waiting
And I fall
Into your white wings, la-la-la
And I fly
And I sink
Like a feather
If the great eyes of God
Were not watching me
I would steal you away
Don't fly away
You have wings
The power to leave me
You fell
From the sky like an angel, la-la-la
And I'm afraid
That the sky
Will take you back
If the great eyes of God
Were not watching me
I would steal you away
I am coming
Like a cat
Through the night so black
I beg you
I beg you
I beg you
I beg you
I beg you
I beg you
Don't fly away
- Un baiser d'Enfant
- (Written by Kate Bush,
French translation by Francois Cahan)
Je dis bonne nuit-nuit.
Je le borde dans le lit.
Mais ca ne va pas.
Qu'est-ce que c'est? Un baiser.
Ca me fait frémir.
Je n'ai jamais avant
Aimée un enfant
Sans contrôle.
Il n'est qu'un jeune, et à l'ecole.
Chez nous ils n'aimeront pas.
Sa petite main joue dans mon coeur,
Juste là où ca fait mal.
Toc-toc. Qui est dans ce bébé?
Tu sais si bien y faire.
Toutes les barrières tombent.
Ca va se voir, ça va se voir,
Ca se voit. ça se voit, ça se voit.
Je ne peux laisser faire
Je le regretterais.
Ouh, il m'effraie!.
Il y a un homme là dans les yeux.
Je le vois en me penchant.
Ouh, il me fait peur
Quand ils chuchotent entre eux.
Le vent souffle.
Sur leurs lèvres des caresses
Qui parlent de l'amour.
Je veux frapper, je me retiens.
Je veux juste toucher.
Je dois rester et arrêter
Tout ça avant qu'il soit trop tard!
Toutes les barrières tombent.
Ca va se voir, ça va se voir,
Ca se voit. Ca se voit. Ca se voit,
L'amour.
The Infant Kiss
(Un baiser d'Enfant)
I say goodnight-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
Windy -- wailey, blows me
Words of caress on thier 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
- Under the Ivy
- (Written by Kate Bush)
It wouldn't take me long
To tell you how to find it,
To tell you where we'll meet.
This little girl inside me
Is retreating to her favourite place.
Go into the garden.
Go under the ivy,
Under the leaves,
Away from the party.
Go right to the rose.
Go right to the white rose
(For me.)
I sit here in the thunder,
The green on the grey.
I feel it all around me.
And it's not easy for me
To give away a secret--
It's not safe,
But go into the garden.
Go under the ivy,
Under the leaves,
Away from the party.
Go right to the rose.
Go right to the white rose
(For me.)
It wouldn't take me long
To tell you how to find it
- Burning bridge
- (Written by
Kate Bush)
Come close to me.
Come cross the bridge.
I need to know what you have to say to me.
(We've been waiting all night long.)
What have you got to say to me?
(We've been waiting all night long.)
Tell me all about it.
(We've been waiting.)
Tell me please.
(We've been waiting.)
Oh, I know.
I know it works for me.
As we cross the bridge--the burning bridge--
With flames behind us,
We front the line.
It's you and me, baby, against the world.
(We've been waiting.)
I've got to know what you have to say.
(We've been waiting.)
What have you got to say?
(We've been waiting.)
Ooh--oh--oh,
(We've been waiting.)
Tell me all about it,
(We've been...)
All night long,
(We've been...)
All night long.
(We've been...)
It works for me.
It's you and me, babe, against the world.
All night long
It works for me.
Let's cross the bridge.
Oh, I know,
(We've been waiting.)
I know, I know.
(We've been...)
It's you and me, babe.
When you stand next to me, babe, it's all right.
It's you and me, babe, against the world.
- My lagan love
- (Written by Kate Bush)
When rainy nights are soft with tears,
And Autumn leaves are falling,
I hear his voice on tumbling waves
And no one there to hold me.
At evening's fall he watched me walk.
His heart was mine.
But my love was young, and felt
The world was not cruel, but kind.
Where Lagan's light fell on the hour,
I saw him far below me--
Just as the morning calmed the storm--
With no one there to hold him.
My loves have come, my loves have gone,
And nothing's left to warn me,
Save for a voice on the traveling wind,
And the glimpse of a face at morning
- The handsome cabin boy
- (Trad., Arr. by Kate
Bush)
It's of a pretty female
As you may understand.
Her mind being bent for rambling
Unto some foreign land,
She dressed herself in sailor's clothes,
Or so it does appear,
And she hired with a captain
To serve him for a year.
[The captain's wife she being on board,
She seemed in great joy
To think the captain had engaged
Such a handsome cabin boy,
That now and then she'd slip him a kiss,
And she'd have liked to toy,
But 'twas the captain found out the secret
Of the handsome cabin boy.]
Her cheeks they were like roses
And her hair rolled in a curl.
The sailors often smiled and said
He looked just like a girl.
But eating of the captain's biscuit
Her colour did destroy,
And the waist did swell of pretty Nell,
The handsome cabin boy.
It was in the bay of Biscay
Our gallant ship did plow.
One night among the sailors
Was a fearful flurry and row.*
They tumbled from their hammocks
For their sleep it did destroy,
And they sworn about the groaning
Of the handsome cabin boy.
"Oh doctor, dear, oh doctor,"
The cabin boy did cry.
"My time has come, I am undone,
And I will surely die."
The doctor come a-runnin'
And a-smilin' at the fun.
To think a sailor lad should have
A daughter or a son.
The sailors when they saw the joke
They all did stand and stare.
The child belonged to none of them,
They solemnly did swear.
The captain's wife, she says to him,
"My dear, I wish you joy,
For 'tis either you or me's betrayed
The handsome cabin boy!"
[Now sailors, take your tot of rum
And drink success to trade,
And likewise to the cabin boy
That was neither man nor maid.
Here's hoping the wars don't rise again
Our sailors to destroy,
And here's hoping for a jolly lot more
Like the handsome cabin boy.]
- Not this time
- (Written by Kate Bush)
Oh, with a mind that renders everything sensitive,
What chance do I have here?
Put an end, put an end,
Put an end to every dream.
When you're near, I fear you,
And I forget myself.
But not this time.
Not this time.
Not this time, baby,
Not this time.
I don't know why I give in, but I do every time.
And here I am wondering why I did it again.
Too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, too-ree-ay's what I say
To keep me going,
To keep the shit away.
I don't know what it is,
But every time you're near, I fear you,
And I forget myself.
No, not this time, baby.
Not this time, you won't.
Not this time, darling.
C'mon, we all sing:
Too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, too-ree-ay, too-ree-o,
Too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, too-ree-ay, too-ree-o,
Too-ree-ay, too-ree-o, too-ree-ay, too-ree-o,
Not this time.
- Walk straight down the middle
- (Written by Kate Bush)
Can't move my arms,
Can't move my legs.
Can't say no,
I can't say yes.
Can't help myself.
I need your help.
(We go)
"Ooh, ooh, what do we do,
Now we just can't move?"
We're calling out for Middle Street.
(We go)
"Ooh, ooh, what do we do,
Now we just can't move?"
We hang on to every line,
And walk straight down the middle of it.
He thought he was gonna die,
But he didn't.
she thought she just couldn't cope,
But she did.
We thought it would be so hard,
But it wasn't...
It wasn't easy, though!
Can't say yes,
I can't say no.
Can't begin,
Can't let go...
Help me now.
(We go)
"Ooh, ooh, what do we do,
Now we just can't move?"
We're calling out for Middle Street.
(We go)
"Ooh, ooh, what do we do,
Now we just can't move?"
We hang on to every line,
And walk straight down the middle of it.
He thought he was gonna die,
But he didn't.
She thought she could never cope,
But she did.
We thought it was all over,
But it wasn't...
It hadn't started yet.
And walk straight down the middle of it.
And walk straight down the middle of it.
"d^^^^^^^^^^ d^^^^^^^^^^",
calling out for Middle Street.
Calling out for Middle Street,
"d^^^^^^^^^^ d^^^^^^^^^^^".
Walking straight down the middle of it.
"d^^^^^^^^^^^^^^".
- Be kind to my mistakes
- (Written by Kate Bush)
It is this that brings us together.
It is this that brings us together.
It's all right, darling,
We can do this together.
It's all right, darling,
I can think of nothing better.
I don't know you,
And you don't know me:
It is this that brings us together.
It is this that brings us together.
It is this that brings us together.
I don't know what you are
(It is this that brings us together.)
Looking for in me.
I don't know what I want,
(It is this that brings us together.)
But my heart is needing.
Am I yours? Are you mine?
We'll find all we're meant to find.
In your life, in my life,
There are secrets too dark
To let out, to let go of,
To get over.
But that's all right, baby.
That's all right by me.
It's all right now.
(Just let me say)
Please, ("Yea, yo, yea, yo!")
Please, ("Yea, yo, yea, yo!")
Please, ("Yea, yo, yea, yo!")
Please be kind
To my mistakes.
Be kind,
Be kind
To me.
"Lum, lum, lum...
Lum, lum...Lum, lum..."
- All tracks published by Kate Bush Music Ltd./EMI Music Publishing Ltd.,
- except "December Will Be Magic Again" and "Warm And Soothing": Kate Bush Music Ltd. & "Lord Of The Reedy River": Donovan Music Ltd.