- THIS WOMAN'S WORK vol.II -  


 

 

  

 

I'm Still Waiting ¨ Ken* ¨ One Last Look Around The House Before We Go… ¨ Wuthering Heights (New Vocal) ¨ Experiment IV
Them Heavy People ¨ Don't Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake ¨ James And The Cold Gun ¨ L'Amour Looks Something Like You
Running Up That Hill ¨ Cloudbusting (The Organon Re-Mix) ¨ (Alternative) Hounds Of Love ¨ The Big Sky (Meteorological Mix) ¨ Experiment IV (12" Mix)
 
All tracks Produced by Kate, except 4: Originally Produced by Andrew Powell, 
6-9: Kate Bush and Jon Kelly. Live tracks from On Stage EP;
* From the Comic Strip film "GLC"

All tracks written by Kate Bush
All tracks published by Kate Bush Music Ltd. / EMI Music Publishing Ltd., 
except: 1, 2, 3: Kate Bush Music Ltd.

1: (P) 1989; 2,3: (P) 1990; 4,5,14 (P) 1986; 6-9 (P) 1979; 10-13 (P) 1985
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. 
 

(Written by Kate Bush)

Somewhere a door is opening
Somewhere a door is closing
Somewhere somebody dies
Somewhere a newborn baby cries

Maybe the love has gone
But there's still a heart that's beating
Though the clouds have come
Maybe the sun will come out

The storm is coming back
Maybe you'll be coming back
'Coz I'm still waiting
Baby well I'm still waiting

Mmmna mmmna mmmna mmmnamm
Baby well I'm still waiting
Somewhere a door is opening

Maybe the love has gone
But there's still a heart that's beating
Though the clouds have come
Maybe the sun will come out

Maybe you'll be coming back
'Coz there's still a heart that's beating
Though the clouds have come
Maybe the sun will come out

Maybe you'll be coming back
There's still a heart that's beating
Maybe the sun will come out
They say the storm will be coming back
Maybe you'll be coming back 'Coz I'm still waiting

Mmmna mmmna mmmna mmmna
Baby well I'm still waiting
Ooh I'm waiting
Mmmmmmmmoooh
YAYAYAYAYAYA!
Oh I'm waiting
Oh

 

Ken
(Written by Kate Bush)

YOWWW! Ha!
We look to the left and to the right
We need help but nobody's in sight
Where is the man that we all need
Well tell him he's to come and rescue me

Chorus:
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the leader of the GLC

Now head 'em up
Rope 'em in
Move 'em out
Now can't you see
That we need the leader of the GLC

Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the leader of the GLC

Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!!)
Who is the funky sex machine?
(KEN!!)
Who is the leader of the GLC?
(KEN!!)
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!!)

Now head 'em up
Rope 'em in
Move 'em out
(KEN!!)
Can't you see
That we need ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the WAHWHAYEAYEAYEAYEA!!!!

Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!)
(KEN!)

Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the leader of the GLC!!

 

One Last Look Around The House Before We Go...
(Written by Kate Bush)

[Instrumental]

 

Wuthering heights (New Vocal) 
(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!
 
Experiment IV
(Written by Kate Bush)

We were working secretly for the Military
Our experiment in sound
Was nearly ready to begin
We only know in theory what we are doing
Music made for pleasure
Music made to thrill
It was music we were making here until


They told us all they wanted was a sound
That could kill someone from a distance
So we go ahead
And the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making


From the painful cries of mothers to
The terrifying scream
We recorded it and put it into our machine


But they told us all they wanted was a sound
That could kill someone from a distance
So we go ahead
And the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making

It could feel like falling in love
It could feel so bad
But it could feel so good
It could sing you to sleep
But that dream is your enemy


We won't be there to be blamed
We won't be there to snitch
I just pray
That someone there can hit the switch


But they told us all they wanted was a sound
That could kill someone from a distance
So we go ahead and
The meters are over in the red
It's a mistake we have made

Uuh, uuh, uuh, uuh
And the public are warned to stay off

 

Them heavy people (live)
(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...
 
Don't push your foot on the heartbrake (live)
(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.
 
James and the cold gun (live)
(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
 
L'amour looks something like you (live)
(Written by Kate Bush) 

You came out of the night, 
Wearing a mask in white colour. 
My eyes were shining 
On the wine, and your aura. 
All in order, we move into the boudoir, 
But too soon the morning has resumed. 

I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon. 
You look like an angel, 
Sleeping it off at a station. 
Were you only passing through? 

I'm dying for you just to touch me, 
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me. 
L'amour looks something like you. 

The thought of you sends me shivery. 
I'm dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie. 
My heart is thrown 
To the pebbles and the boatmen. 
All the time I find I'm living in that evening, 
With that feeling of sticky love inside. 

I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon. 
You look like an angel, 
Sleeping it off at a station. 
Were you only passing through? 

I'm dying for you just to touch me, 
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me. 
L'amour looks something like you.
 
Running up that hill (12" Version)
(Written by Kate Bush)

If I only could
Be running up that hill

If I only could
Be running up that hill

If I only could
Be running up that hill

If I only could...

It doesn't hurt me
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know; know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You
It's you and me

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
Say, if I only could, oh...

You don't want to hurt me
(You don't want to hurt me, eeooh...)
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder... eeooh
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?...

Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building...

Come on baby
Come on darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
Come on angel
Come on, come on darling
Let's exchange the experience, ooh...

Come on, come on baby
Come on, come on darling
Come on, come on baby
Come on, come on angel
Come on, come on baby
Come on, come on darling

Come on, come on baby
Come on, come on darling
Come on, come on baby
Come on, come on angel
Come on, come on baby
Come on, come on darling

Come on, come on baby
Come on, come on darling
Come on, come on baby
Come on, come on angel
Come on, come on baby
Come on, come on darling

If I only could
Be running up that hill

If I only could
Be running up that hill

 

Cloudbusting (The Organon Re-Mix)
(Written by Kate Bush)

I still dream
Of Organon
You're making rain
And you're just in reach

You're like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark
What made it special
Made it dangerous
So I bury it, and forget

Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen
I don't know when
But just saying it could even make it happen 
We're cloudbusting daddy 
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen
I don't know when
But just saying it could even make it happen

Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen
I don't know when
But just saying it could even make it happen

Ooh, just saying it could even make it happen
Ooh, just saying it could even make it happen 
All I have to do is say it for you 

 

(Alternative) Hounds of love
(Written by Kate Bush)

When I was a child
Running away from nothing
Heading for home
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
Now hounds of love are hunting
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
I've always been a coward
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
And I don't know what's good for me

Come on, run, run, run, run, run, run honey
Run from the hounds of love
Run, run, run, run, run, run honey
Run from the hounds of love
Run, run, run, run, run, keep runnin'
Run from the hounds of love
They need lo-lo-lo-lo-love, yeah

(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
Do you know what I really need
I know what I really need
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
I don't know what's good for me
I don't know what's good for me
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
Oooh, I need love
Now hounds of love are hunting
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
I've always been a coward
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
And I don't know what's good for me
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
I never know what's good for me

Come on, run, run, run, run, run, run honey
Run from the hounds of love
Run, run, run, run, run, keep runnin'
Run from the hounds of love
Run, run, run, run, run, run honey
Run from the hounds of love

So run, run, run, run honey
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
Run, run, honey
Run, run, run, run
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)
(Do-de do do, do-de da da)

Run, run, run, run, run, keep runnin'
Run from the hounds of love
Run, run, run, run, run, run honey
Run from the hounds of love
Run
Run
Run from the hounds of love

 

The big sky (Meteorological Mix)
(Written by Kate Bush)

That cloud, that cloud -- it looks like Ireland!
C'mon and blow it a kiss now
But quick --

'Cuz it's changing in the big sky
It's changing in the big sky now
We're looking at the big sky
You never understood me
You never really tried

This cloud, this cloud says "Noah"...

I'm lookin' at the big sky
I'm lookin' at the big sky now
I'm lookin' at the big sky
Hup! Hup! Big sky, yeah...

That cloud looks just like the tree at the bottom of our garden
That cloud looks like a little lamb with a tail
That cloud looks like cumulus castelis
That cloud is nothing but trouble
This cloud looks like, umm... one of those, umm...
That cloud looks like one of those brown, shiny things
That cloud looks like snow
No it doesn't!
This cloud looks like rain
(crowd noises)
This cloud should be removed immediately!
That cloud looks like industrial waste

Rolling over like a great big cloud
Walking out in the big sky

We pause for the jet
Hup! Hup!

In the big sky
We're looking at the big sky, honey
You want my reply?
What was the question?
Yeah, I was looking at the big sky

Lookin' at the big sky
Tell me sisters...
Rolling over like a great big cloud
Walking out in the big sky
Rolling over like a great big cloud
Walking out in the big sky
Rolling over like a great big cloud
Walking out in the big sky
Rolling over like a great big cloud
Walking out in the big sky...

 

Experiment IV (12" Mix)
(Written by Kate Bush)

We were working secretly
For the military
Our experiment in sound
Was nearly ready to begin
We only know in theory
What we are doing
Music made for pleasure
Music made to thrill
It was music we were making here until...

They told us all they wanted 
Was a sound that could kill someone
From a distance
So we go ahead
And the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making

From the painful cries of mothers
To the terrifying scream
We recorded it and put it into our machine

Experiment IV, Experiment IV 
Experiment IV, Experiment IV 
Experiment IV, Experiment IV 

But that dream is your enemy 
We won't be there to be blamed
We won't be there to snitch
I just pray that someone there
Can hit the switch

But they told us all they wanted
Was a sound that could kill someone
From a distance
So we go ahead
And the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake we have made

And the public are warned to stay off

 

All tracks published by Kate Bush Music Ltd./EMI Music Publishing Ltd. 
except: "I'm Still Waiting", "Ken" & "One Last Look Around The House Before We Go...": Kate Bush Music Ltd.