- WCZESNE DEMO -  


 

 

 

 Something Like A Song 
Performed and written by KATE BUSH
[Early Demo, 1973]

There's something that sounds like a song
In my garden, by the willow
A piper:
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

I see him when I turn the lights down low,
In my garden, wading through the pond.
Dressed ...
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

Called him by every name I know,
Ev-ery name I know,
But he won't answer me.
He keeps coming forward, but never moving.
Is there no destiny here?

It sounds like a song
In my garden, by the willow
A piper:
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

Something that sounds like a song
In my garden, by the willow
A piper:
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

I see him when I turn the lights down low,
In my garden, wading through the pond.
Dressed ...
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

Called him by every name I know,
Ev-ery name I know,
But he won't answer me.
He keeps coming forward, but never moving.
Is there no destiny here?

Sounds like a song
In my garden, by the willow
A piper:
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

 

Need Your Loving (Passing Through Air) 
Performed and written by KATE BUSH
[Early Demo, 1973]

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! If you throw my love away,
I need your loving, I need your loving, I ...
Oh! If you pour down rain today,
I need your love,
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 grey,
Are not today.

Oh! If you throw my love away,
I need your loving, I need your loving, I ...
Oh! If you pour down rain today,
I need your love, need your care
So much, so much, so much!

Are not today.

Oh! If you throw my love away,
I need your loving, I need your loving, I ...
Oh! If you pour down rain today,
I need your love, need your care
So much, so much, so much!

 

 Humming (Davey)
Performed and written by KATE BUSH
[Early Demo, 1973]

Oh Davy, you may have many words
And many thoughts for you're near
You're so like a star upon me
So like a star upon me
To be one in your garden
Humming, humming, humming

Oh Davy, you may have many words
And many songs for you're near
You're so like a star upon me
So like a star upon me
To be one in your garden
Humming, humming, humming

Oh Davy, you may have many words
And many songs for you're near
You're so like a star upon me
So like a star upon me
To be one in your garden
Humming, humming, humming

 

You Were The Star
Performed and written by KATE BUSH 
[Early Demo, 1973]

Were the star
When there was no one,
You were in the sky
And I was nowhere to be seen.

You have fallen, oh my star
And you have lost your faith,
And tomorrow means the same to me,
To all.

Nevermind
For tomorrow
Will be
Half a genius shining

You were the star
When there was no one,
You were in the sky
And I was nowhere to be seen.

Now you have fallen, oh my star
And you have lost your faith
And tomorrow means the same to me,
To you, to all.

Nevermind
For tomorrow
Will be
Half a genius shining
Half a genius shining

And I was nowhere to be seen.
You have fallen, oh my star
And you have lost your faith
And tomorrow means the same to me,
To you, to all.

Never mind
For tomorrow
Will be
Half a genius shining
Half a genius shining

 

The Gay Farewell 
Performed and written by KATE BUSH
[Early Demo, 1973]

I've never seen
Such a sad queen
As Eddie.
I've seen him raving,
Maybe even in pain,
But never
Weeping like a baby.

On Saturday afternoon
He was really fine to him.
But on Saturday evening,
Oh, well Eddie was so pretty.
But now his boy is leaving.

Hey, boy, you're so young
To be a queen weeping.
You're just a little princess.
Oh, Eddie, don't!
Cause what can I do
But listen to you tell your story?

On Saturday afternoon
He was really fine to him.
But on Saturday evening,
Oh, well Eddie was so pretty.
But now his boy is leaving.
But now his boy is leaving.
But now his boy is leaving him.

Queenie, come home soon!

But now his boy is leaving him.
But now his boy is leaving.
Queenie, come home soon!

 

Cussi, Cussi
Performed and written by KATE BUSH 
[Early Demo, 1973]

Please
Don't be-e afraid of this
Coz' we don't move the way they do.
Surely you don't love them?
So why hide it away from me?

Please be easy you got it I haven't,
[gap]
...oon,
It gets us really stoned.

Really amazingly,
Cussi, Cussi, Cussi,
Cussi, Cussi, Cussi. Ah.

Don't let them in
When you see that secret smile.
Baby, don't let them in
When you feel the ribbons eye.

You get the wrong idea,
You'll get broken,
And you never let yourself go again with me.

And I've notice in your eyes
A sadness I don't like.
To recognise
You are feeling a heavy side of your ecstacy.

Now you're getting to me,
So that I can I hardly bear it.
So that I can I hardly bear it.
No no,
Don't get too deep.

Don't let them in
When you see that secret smile.
Baby, don't let them in
When you feel the ribbons eye.

You get the wrong idea,
You'll get broken,
And you never let yourself go again with me,
Properly.

 

Atlantis
Performed and written by KATE BUSH
[Early Demo, 1973]

In that ocean.
Wide eyed and deeper in your gaze,
And bluer than the bright that's in the cave.

There is a city,
Came out from you, Atlantis
In ruins, sunken below the waves

But in the city,
Where there is no one.
What's the point of being free, eh?
When there is nothing there to tie me down,
Oh, no more here.

The bluest city,
Covered in coral and coral,
On sea chests,
And sealed Jamaician tales.

There is nobody,
To count the soldiering meandering whales,
With a shoal of herring amongst the sails.

But in the city,
Where there is no one.
What's the point of being free, eh?
When there is nothing there to tie me down,
Oh, no more here.

There is the city Atlantis.

 

Sunsi
Performed and written by KATE BUSH 
[Early Demo, 1973]

Did you know
I don't know what goes on
When you shut the blind in your eyes?
That moment I come alive.
Nobody knows oh what you can do.

Oh Sunsi, you really make me want to seek it out.
Oh Sunsi, you release the precious key.
Precious key.
Oh Lord, the precious key.
I don't know if your mystery is the same?

Oh where is the light, where I have seen the flame.
Oh where is the light, oh I have been the flame.
Oh river light, go out with a flame.

Falling, you appear so many ways:
Falling over, falling down, falling in love;
I'm falling under your spell.
Well I know they're not aware of what you can do to me.

Oh Sunsi, you really make me want to seek it out.
Oh Sunsi, you release the precious key.
The precious key.
Oh Lord, the precious key.
I don't know if your mystery will remain?

Oh where is the light, where I have seen the flame.
Oh where is the light, oh I have been the flame.
Oh river light, go out with a flame.

 

Maybe
Performed and written by KATE BUSH
[Early Demo, from Radio Show 1978, 1973]

I'm searching for any revolutionary open
Caused him to a light a nerve.
I'm not on cloud nine on a blue sky
And there a-rocking
Because he's a-rocking, too.

So maybe, you may have many words
And many thoughts for yawning
You're so like a star upon me
...

 

The Long And Winding Road
Performed live by KATE BUSH
(Written by Lennon/McCartney) 
[Japanese TV-show "Sound in 'S'", June 1978]

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me her
Lead me to you door

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here
Let me know the way

Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried
Any way you'll never know
The many ways I've tried

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

 

She's Leaving Home
Performed live by KATE BUSH
(Written by Lennon/McCartney)
[Japanese TV-show "Sound in 'S'", June 1978]

Wednesday morning at five o'clock
As the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen 
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the back door key
Stepping outside she is free

She (we gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
Home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone for 
So many years (bye bye)

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me

She (We never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone for 
So many years (bye bye)

Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade

She (what did we do that was wrong)
Is having (we didn't know it was wrong)
Fun (fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside that was always denied for 
So many years (bye bye)
She's leaving home (bye bye)

 

The Magician
Performed and written by KATE BUSH
[From The Movie "The Magician Of Lublin", 1978]

When you reach for a star
Only angels are there
And it's not very far
Just to step on a stair
Take a look at those clowns
And the tricks that they play
In the circus of life
Life is bitter and gay

There are clowns in the night
Clowns everywhere
See how they run
Run from despair
You can be free
And you can be free
"How?"
But only my friend
If you'll listen to me

When the fantasy bells
Of the universe ring
You can fly through the sky
On a dragonfly's wing
There is magic within
There is magic without
Follow me and you'll learn
Just what life's all about
Just what life's all about

 

Radio One Xmas Jingle
Performed and written by KATE BUSH
[BBC Radio One Xmas Jingle, 1980]

Simon Bates and Paul Burnett are having fun.
Come see Peter Powell opening his presents.
Come see John Peel eating his pudding.
 
The Kick Inside (Brother) 
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

I've pulled down my lace and the chintz.
Oh, do you know you have the face of a genius?
I'll send your love to Zeus.
Oh, by the time you read this,
I'll be well in touch.

I'm giving it all in a moment for you.
I'm giving it all in a moment or two.
I'm giving it all, giving it, giving it.
The kicking here inside
Makes me leave you behind.
No more under the quilt
To keep you warm.
Your sister I was born. Lose me.
You must lose me like an arrow,
Shot into the killer storm.

You and me on the bobbing knee
Welling eyes from identifying with Lizie Wan's story.
I will come home again, but not until
The sun and the moon meet on yon hill.

I'm giving it all in a moment for you.
I'm giving it all in a moment or two.
I'm giving it all, giving it, giving it,
giving it, giving it!
The kicking here inside
Makes me leave you behind.
No more under the quilt
To keep you warm.
Your sister I was born. Lose me.
You must lose me like an arrow,
Shot into the killer storm.

I've pulled down my lace and the chintz.
Oh, do you know? You have the face of a genius.
I'll send your love to Zeus.
Oh, by the time you read this.

 

Hammer Horror 
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Who stands in the belltower,
Now you're gone.
And who knows all the sights
Of Notre Dame?

You knew the girls and the times,
You knew the rites and the rhymes.
Now they're trying to push me into your name.

Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave it alone.
The first time in my life,
The first break of my life,
Wh(ere) I've let'em go.
Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave it alone.
Oh no,
It's not 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.

You know my mind and my heart.
So you should know I wouldn't take your part.
All I want to do is forget
You, friend.

Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave it alone.
The first time in my life,
The first break of my life,
Wh(ere) I've letten go.
Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave it alone.
Oh no,
It's not the right thing to do!
 
It Hurts Me 
A Waltz Growing Old / Feeling Like a Waltz / Growing Old
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Slipping past the chimney-pots,
Down among the ashes, away from old times
Why must I self-indulge in memories?
I should be celebrating to a moving melody,

But it hurts me, it hurts me,
Honey, honey, it hurts me.
And I'm feeling like a waltz,
Growing old, old, old, old, old.

I was fiery but you put me out.
I was always one for loving and leaving.
I like to think I was immune to romance.
I should be laughing at some good old comedy.

Oh, but it hurts me, it hurts me.
Honey, honey, it hurts me.
And I'm feeling like a waltz.

If you laughed at me, I'd laugh too.
Waltz, don't you know that I'd be really breaking.
L'amour marche avec un etranger.
I shouldn't care, you're not my darling anymore,

But it hurts me, it hurts me,
Honey, honey, honey, honey.
And I'm feeling like a waltz,
Growing old, old, old, old, old.

 

Stranded At The Moonbase
Keep(ing) Me Waiting / The Air Is Getting Low
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

A long way up in light-years,
Just a pinpoint in space,
In a century of planetary storms,
Stranded at the moonbase,

The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.

Looking out at the roof-window,
I've seen many strange things,
From shooting stars to Stars 'n' Stripes
Thought I'd caught a glimpse of golden wings.

The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low.

I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.

Looking way down below me,
The worlds are all awhirl-whirly.
Won't you come along beside?
This place waits for company.

The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.

I leave my limbs behind me.
As I'm being lifted
Out into the, into the
Spiritual boom-boom abyss.

The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.

I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.
 
Kashka From Baghdad
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Kashka from Baghdad
Lives in sin, they say,
With another man,
But no one knows who.

Dark lights at night.
No one thinks there's life inside at all,
That there's life inside at all.

Except for the ladies who clean the house,
Except for the men who put the garbage out.

At night
They're seen
Laughing,
Dancing.
They know
The way
To be
Happy.

Never go for walks.
Maybe it's because
The moon's not bright enough.
They're blind in love, you see.

I watch their shadows,
Tall and slim,
In the window opposite.
I long to be with them.

What would I do if I were seen?
What would I do if they knew my feelings?

At night
They're seen
Laughing,
Loving.
They know
The way
To be
Happy.

 

Surrender Into The Roses
Coming Up / Carmilla
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Last night you were on my balcony.
You needn't try, know the whole story.
Before it's too late I must get away,
But both of us know you must stay.

Oh, come on, Carmilla,
Surrender into the roses.
Go back home under the posies.
Surrender into the roses,
Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla.

Tying garlic flowers around the room.
It keeps me safe, but oh! the sickly perfume.
Well, it makes me long for the good times,
When you were really alive.

Oh, come on, Carmilla,
Surrender into the roses.
Go back home under the posies.
Surrender into the roses,
Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla.

 

Oh To Be In Love
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

As the light hits you,
As you shift along the floor,
I find it hard to place my face.
How did I come to be here, anyway?
It's terribly vague, what's been before.

I could have been anyone.
You could have been anyone's dream.
Why did you have to choose our moment?
Why did you have to make me feel that?
Why did you make it so unreal?

Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
Never get out again.

All the colours look brighter now.
Everything they say seems to sound new.
Slipping into tomorrow too quick,
Yesterday always too good to forget.
Stop the swing of the pendulum and let us through!

Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
Never get out again.
 
Playing Canasta (In Cold Rooms)
In My Loverís Room / Rinfy The Gypsy / Geoffrey The Gardener
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

I fell in love with Rinfy the gypsy.
He said when I grew up he'd marry me,
Carry me away on his steed.

"Don't worry, my baby!
Don't die, my funny little darling!
I'm going away for a little while,
And shouldn't be gone for very long."

Ooh, then I really fell for Geoffrey, our gardener.
He said he'd marry me, too.
Oh, and I believed him, just like a fool.

"Don't worry, my honey!
Don't die, my funny little doll!
I'm going away for a little while.
Shouldn't be gone for very long."
(Ooh, long, long, long ...)

Playing canasta in c-cold rooms,
Playing canasta in cold rooms,
Playing canasta upstairs, downstairs,
And in my lover's...ooh...

I met a boy who took me upstairs,
Then took me in his arms
and told me I comforted him, uh-huh.

"Don't worry, my dear,
Don't cry, you weird little stranger.
I'm going away.
You probably won't ever see me again."

Oh, yes, I know, I'm always falling,
Gazing at hazy goldfish in your swimming eyes.
How could I not lie there with you?

"Don't worry, my darling!
Don't die, my silly little baby!
I'm going away for a little while,
And shouldn't be gone for very long."
(Ooh, long, long, long!)

Playing canasta in c-cold rooms,
Playing canasta in cold rooms,
Playing canasta upstairs, downstairs,
And in my lover's...ooh...
 
Hot In The Ice
Snow Bowl / Snow / On Fire Inside a Snowball / Set In The Snow
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Whenever I look out French windows
It's always snowing outside.
And feel your body relax on mine,
Giving me all the good lines,

(Uh-huh)

All the good lines,
All the good li... ooh.

Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.

Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.

A crystal layer of ice on our skin:
Very numb outside but warm within.
I bend to join our lips, but it's too cold
To kiss and hit. Is that you I'm feeling?

Is it you I'm feeling?

(Yeah!)

Is it you I'm feeling?

Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.

Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
 
Ferry Me Over
Dali / The Music Dies
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

High, in Castille,
Lives senora Dali alone.
And higher still
She keeps her gallery.
Distance means nothing to me.

A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...

Debris everywhere,
Gazing. It's amazing.
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over

The music, Dali.

Deeper here lies hidden answers and treasures for him.
"Oh, I prefer absence," said she,
"My heart grows fonder alone."

A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...

Debris everywhere,
Gazing. It's amazing.
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over

The music, Dali.
 
Where Are The Lionhearts
On The Rocks / Lionhearts
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Destiny took me in her arms and told me:
"You're a little lost on the fall.
You fall for all the men
You shouldn't fall for, at all."
Ooh, I know she knows, but still I go on,
Well, I'm a fool.

Climbing up the (l)adders
To slide down the adders

On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks...

Joan of Arc walks into my mirror,
A burning sword.
I'd like to cry. I look into her eyes.
I see she's seen, the long days and nigh(t).
"Ooh," she says,
"The games are still the same, I see,
But they've changed the names now.
Are all Lionhearts put in parks, apart?"

Lionhearts in the asylums,
Lionhearts tossed at sea,
Lionhearts who've lived their lives, like Arthur.
Lionhearts in cathedrals,
Lionhearts at mournings,
Lionhearts in every seed

But they're sown
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks...

Somebody I couldn't see
Tied me up and put me away,
Here on the rocks,
Here on the rocks,
Here on the rocks...
 
Violin
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over,
Over the quavers, under 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.
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!

Hear the haunting melody.
Leave me enough for my country.
Here in a wood, in a green story,
Hearing the Banshee a-riddle.
Hearing the Banshee a-riddle.

And jigging along with the fiddle.
Jigging along with the fiddle.
Jigging along with the fiddle.

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 Craft Of Love
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

I tried to study it for just a while:
All of the potions, from oysters to seducing smiles.
But I've found it's already inside me:
A big round bubble of sensuality,
Dared to be burst,
But worried about getting hurt.

I know how you like to kiss.
I'll ask you what you're thinking.
Silvers in our dark hair.
The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.

The craft of love,
The craft of love,
The craft of life,
The craft of love,
Oo-ooh...

Tears spring to mind when I go back in time.
All those lost bodies just seeking security.
Jittering strangers with sweating hands,
Heavy and clever and full of demands.
Well I'm similar to you:
We're familiar with what to do.

I know how you like to kiss.
I'll ask you what you're thinking.
Silvers in our dark hair.
The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.

The craft of love,
The craft of love,
The craft of life,
The craft of love,
Oo-ooh...
 
The Gay Farewell
Eddie
/ Queen Eddie / Eddie The Queen
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

I've never seen
Such a sad queen
As Eddie.
I've seen him raving,
Maybe even in pain,
But never
Weeping like a baby.

On Saturday afternoon
He was really fine to him.
But on Saturday evening,
Oh, well Eddie was so pretty.
But now his boy is leaving.

Hey, boy, you're so young
To be a queen weeping.
You're just a little princess.
Oh, Eddie, don't!
Cause what can I do
But listen to you tell your story?

On Saturday afternoon
He was really fine to him.
But on Saturday evening,
Oh, well Eddie was so pretty.
But now his boy is leaving.
But now his boy is leaving.
But now his boy is leaving him.

Queenie, come home soon!
 
Something Like a Song 
Garden By The Willow / In My Garden
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

There's something that sounds like a song
In my garden, by the willow
A piper:
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

I see him when I turn the lights down low,
In my garden, wading through the pond.
Dressed in sailing wear.
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

I've called him by every name I know,
By every name I know,
But he won't answer me.
He keeps coming forward, but never moving.
Is there no destiny here?

It sounds like a song
In my garden, by the willow
A piper:
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"
 
Frightened Eyes 
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Just travelling on a bus
From a friend's house,
And all these people are looking at me.
They're gazing out windows,
In any English country gardens.

But as gazes meet,
Vacancy shows on screen.
But I feel inside
The latent hysteria:
"Why is she looking at me?"

And as I drift from one to one I can see
They're all like me.
They've all got frightened eyes
Saying what they're thinking,
What they are doing tonight.

They've all got frightened eyes,
Saying, "Leave me alone,
I'm perfectly safe here inside.
Please don't surprise me."

Expressionless.
Everyone here loves cheap wine
We all know good taste,
We just get too busy trying to find
The right games to play.

Impatient, aren't we all?
Watching the time trip by.
And all these people are looking at me.
They're gazing out windows.
They're burning up in there.

And as I drift from one to one I can see
They're all like me.
They've all got frightened eyes
Saying what they're thinking,
What they are doing tonight.

They've all got frightened eyes,
Saying, "Leave me alone,
I'm perfectly safe here inside.
Please don't surprise me."
 
The Disbelieving Angel
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

So much for all the prayers you've learned.
They are no help to basic needs.
And all the worlds they've shown you
Just make you even greedier.

So what about divinity?
I'm further away than before.
You're like two stars colliding,
And you're never going to hit the floor.

Why should I whisper in the church?
Because they say it's sacred ground?
Oh, my sacrilege would do you good.
You see, there's nothing here, I've found.

I feel so sorry for you,
Believing because they control.
And of all the guardian angels
They chose me to save your soul!

Oh, I'm just trying to explain,
I'm a disbelieving angel.
 
Nevertheless (Youíll Do) 
Where Are The Lionhearts / Lionhearts / On the Rocks
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Destiny took me in her arms and told me:
"You're a little lost on the fall.
You fall for all the men
You shouldn't fall for, at all."
Ooh, I know she knows, but still I go on,
Well, I'm a fool.

Climbing up the (l)adders
To slide down the adders

On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks...

Joan of Arc walks into my mirror,
A burning sword.
I'd like to cry. I look into her eyes.
I see she's seen, the long days and nigh(t).
"Ooh," she says,
"The games are still the same, I see,
But they've changed the names now.
Are all Lionhearts put in parks, apart?"

Lionhearts in the asylums,
Lionhearts tossed at sea,
Lionhearts who've lived their lives, like Arthur.
Lionhearts in cathedrals,
Lionhearts at mournings,
Lionhearts in every seed

But they're sown
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks...

Somebody I couldn't see
Tied me up and put me away,
Here on the rocks,
Here on the rocks,
Here on the rocks...
 
Come Closer to me Babe
Goodnight Baby / Who Is Sylvia?
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Come closer to me, babe,
And the night will come much closer, too.
Can't you see the light
Drawing pictures nearer in the skies?

What is it that you whisper
When you close your eyes?
Come closer to me, babe.
Is it me it's all about?
And who is it that you're always
Calling in your sleep?
Who is Sylvia?

Goodnight, baby. Please
Come on home,
Come on home,
Come on home soon.

Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby.

Come closer to me now,
For I know there's something you must tell me.
When slumber slips between your lips
Will the secrets ooze out easily?

What is it that you whisper
When you close your eyes?
Come closer to me, babe.
Is it me it's all about?
And who is it that you're always
Calling in your sleep?
Who is Sylvia?

Goodnight, baby. Please
Come on home,
Come on home,
Come on home soon.

Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby.
 
So Soft
Youíre Soft / To Be With You

(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

Held in your arms in the back seat,
Cruising down the main street,
How can anyone have such little defense?

You're soft.

In between the sheets, left in limbo,
Covered me like the pillow
I can hardly tell the difference.

You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd leave everything.

But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
Love would melt me like hot butter.

You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd do anything.

Walking down the street, brushing arms,
You're moonlight dancing.
I try hard to keep my feelings in.

You're soft.

Dancing to the music, so low.
I knead you like dough.
How can anyone be so loving

And soft,
So soft?
To be, to be with you
I'd leave everything.

But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
You melt me like hot butter.

You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd do anything.
 
Pick The Rare Flower 
Fly Away / The Rare Flower / I Donít See Why I Shouldnít
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

There's beauty in such a sacred structure, oh,
That thing that is nurtured and loved.
It's quite an occasion.
It's driving me crazy.

I'm not allowed to touch on lust.
I've gotta get a hold of myself.
I mustn't admit it.

I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't

Pick the rare flower.

I don't see why I shouldn't,
Well I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't

Pick the rare flower.

Whoooo

Walking in a Paradise or Eden,
Whoa, temptation:
Give me one second to succumb.

It's calling me.
With a menacing whisper of,
Magic offer a-charming me./Magical world enchanting me.
Why I've gotta get a hold of myself,
You see, but it ain't easy.

I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't.

Pick the rare flower.

I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't.

Pick the rare flower.

Whoooo

[clunk of piano/and papers being shuffled]
 
While Davy Dozed
Davy / Davy Davy / Hold Me
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

I stayed the night in your arms.
Over half an hour I stayed awake,

Looking at you.

Your face seemed radiant,
The walls to Steve
With a crack emerged
As I held you.

Oo-ooh...

While na-na ne-ne-na ne-na-na Davy dozed.
I closed my eyes
Realised the time is close for us to go.
Hold me, oh hold me.

Davy, Davy,
Bending like a willow-branch.
He rocks me like a baby.

Oo-ooh...

I know he loves another lady,
But I still see him in the hallway

Calling me.

Oh, when we danced so closely,
I really felt as though I was melting

In a pool.

Oo-ooh...

Oh while na-na na-na na-na-na Davy dozed.
I closed my eyes
Realised the time is close for us to go.
Hold me, please hold me.

Davy, Davy,
Bending like a willow-branch.
He rocks me like a baby.

Oo-ooh...
 
Organic Acid 
Before The Fall
(A poem by John Carder Bush)
[The Phoenix Recordings, Demo, 1976]

He got her drunk very quickly
Holding hands, they found the broom-cupboard
Where he had control as far as the fall
When his hand covered wet hair
She took over among furniture wax
Dust, and the cloying yellow of polishing-cloth
When he was sick, she comforted him

Oh hush, my friend, and sleep
And cuddle to the wind
Sleep on through the waves
That may wet your lover's dream

We have been far through this night long hours
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

He couldn't do it properly
The disco, the office, the pub,
Had left out those details of delight.
Satisfied, he would collapse out,
Puzzled at why she still squirmed,
Held onto him, tears curling into her mouth
This was something their stories always omitted
That her joy would seem like pain
When he focused after his release.

Do sand and shells and stones
Peep in through your night?
But you should not be hurt
For all will pass with time.

We have been far through this night long hours
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

In the third week of the relationship
She was tripping on organic acid
Would stop to pick up a rained-out leaf
Would give it tenderly into his hand
Full of dead things before they reached the car

When they drove she sat with mouth open
As though photographed on the impact of a stomach punch
Her right fist gripping the skin of his left leg

Hooking the steering-wheel closer to his heart
He feared her, and slapped out sideways into her face
She entered the cut with her tongue
Gurgling gratitude for the strange taste

Do you fear the dark?
Then hush, and realise
That though the angels never come
Prayers can soothe your mind

We have been far through this night long hour
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

There was no premonition of the wet Hog's Back
The sportscar slumped, snout into a beech
Their corpses giving the vehicle arms
Petrol and blood at last dripping together
But quick flashes of a planned lunch
Cold red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire
Game pie, and for him two pints of colder beer
The winter air tucking under their eyelids
As they spun on the gravel at Clandon
Their hands steaming from quick moisture
The aromatic finger drawn up to his nostril
Dazed after mutual masturbation
They zigzagged into a conservative end

Oh hush, my friend, asleep
 
Moving
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Studio Session, Demo, 1977]

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.
Give me life.
Please don't let me go.
Oh, you give me life.
Please don't let me go.
You crush the lily in my soul.
Soul
Soul

 

Don't Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Studio Session, Demo, 1977]

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 gears
Because of her fears

Of the skidding wheels,

(The skid of her wheels she feels.)

Skidding wheels,

(The skid of her wheels she feels.)

Skidding wheels.

(Wheel-skidding feeling.)

Her heart is there,
But they've greased the road.
Her heart is there,
But she's no control.

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 that inner flame.
It was burning bright,
But she's losing the fight fast.

She's only herself to blame.
Remember yourself,
And remember Georgie.
But she's so O.D.'d on weeping
And she can hardly see

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 out 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.

 

L'Amour Looks Something Like You
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Studio Session, Demo, 1977]

You came out of the night,
Wearing a mask in a 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.
L'amour looks something like you.
L'amour looks something like you.
 
Kite
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Studio Session, Demo, 1977]

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,
And fly a diamond night.
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.
Cause I love that 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,
And fly a diamond night.
A diamond kite, a diamond kite.
Ooh, what a diamond!

"A diamond kite
On a diamond flight.
Over the lights, oooh, under the moon.
Over the lights, oooh, under the moon.
Over the moon, over the moon!"
 
Strange Phenomena
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Studio Session, Demo, 1977]

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, 'e has the answer,
'e has the answer
'e has the answer,
oh-oh-oh oh-oh
oh-oh-oh oh-oh
oh-oh-oh oh-oh ohh

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, 'e has the answer,
'e has the answer
'e has the answer
oh-oh-oh oh-oh
oh-oh-oh oh-oh
oh-oh-oh oh-oh ohh
 
Scares Me Silly (Really Gets Me Going)
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Studio Session, Demo, 1977]

Here in the studio,
As they're turning down the lights,
I lick my lips to start the first line -
How can this girl be me?
"Oh, little thing, are you looking lost?"
The vertigo, the need to lose."

Ooh, ooh...
They try to put me on the tapes begin to spin,
I feel a little sick and hope my notes are in,
I try to put it all in, do it for you,
Don't even know you but I need you to love me, too.
They try to put me on the tape begin to spin,
I feel a little sick and hope my notes are in,
I try to put it all in, do it for you,
Don't even know you but I need you to love me, too.

Scares me silly, but it gets me going,
Like a Romeo.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going,
Like a Romeo.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going.

Swimming amid the cans
I wonder can I goad myself into another take,
And keep the mood?
It's like a film - such balance.
I close my eyes to the cello solo and ache,
The music will never let me blow away you-oo.

You know the feeling when you're on the right track.
You fall in love and you're never gonna turn it back.
It's a part of you, they're so sensitive,
Oozing without me, filling over with secrets.
You know the feeling when you're on the right track.
You fall in love and you're never gonna turn it back.
It's a part of you, they're so sensitive,
Oozing without me, filling over with secrets.

Scares me silly, but it gets me going,
Like a Romeo.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going,
Like a Romeo.
Scares me silly, but it gets me going.
 
Babooshka [Piano Version]
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Studio Session, Demo, 1980]

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,
She was a delightful detective.
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 signs 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 that he knew her well.
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his fiancee.
She seems to know the way to please him.
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..." [fade]
 
Babooshka [Beatbox Version]
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Studio Session, Demo, 1980]

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 that he knew her well.
Uncanny how she
Can take him back into a piece of past.
Can say the things that make him want to laugh.
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!"
 
Sat In Your Lap
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Studio Session, Demo, 1981]

I see in the morning
I get the paper for me
But I don't have no energy
To get quick by the paper

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

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

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

I must admit, just as I'm king,

(I just begin.)

Just as I'm king, I must admit,

(I just begin.)

Just when I ...