Kate Bush
Lionheart 1978
Symphony In Blue 

I spent a lot of my time looking at blue,
The colour of my room and my mood,
Blue on the walls, Blue out of my mouth,
The sort of blue between clouds when the sun comes out.
The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about

When that feeling of meaninglessness, sets in,
Go blowing my mind on God.
The light in the dark with the neon arms,
The meek He seeks the beast He calms,
The head of the good soul Department.

I see myself suddenly on the piano,
As a melody.
My ternble tear of dying, no longer
Plays with me.
For now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.

I associate love with Red,
The colour of my heart when she's dead,
Red in my mind when the jealousy flies,
Red in my eyes from emotional ties.
Manipulation, the danger signs.

The more I think about sex,
The better it gets, 
Here we have a purpose in life.
Good for the blood circulation,
Good for releasing the tension,
The root of our reincarnations.


In Search Of Peter Pan 

It's been such a long week,
So much crying.
I no longer see a future.
I've been told, when I get older
That I'll understand it all,
But I'm not sure if I want to.

Running into her arms,
At the school gates
She whispers that I'm a poor kid,
And granny takes me on her knee,
She tells me I'm too sensitive,
She makes me sad.
She makes me feel like an old man.

They took the game right out of it,
They took the game right out of it.

When, When I am a man,
I will be an astronaut,
And find Peter Pan,
Second Star on the right
Straight on 'til morning.

Dennis loves to look in the mirror,
He tells me that he is beautiful,
So I look too and what Do I see?
My eyes are full,
But my face is empty. 
He's got a photo,
Of his hero,
He keeps it under his pillow,
But Ilve got a pin-up from a newspaper,
Of Peter Pan.
I found it in a locket, I hide it in my pocket.


When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are.
When you wish upon a star,
Your dreams come true.

We're all alone on the stage tonight,
We've been told we're not afraid of you,
We know all our lines so well, ah-ha,
We've said them so many times,
Time and time again,
Line and line again.

Ooh yeah, you're amazing,
We think you're incredible,
You say we're fantastic,
But still we don't head the bill,

WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, Unbelievable.

When the actor reaches his death,
You know it's not for real, he just holds his breath,
But he always dives too soon, too fast to save himself,

He'll never make the screen,
He'll never make "the Sweeney",
Be that movie queen,
He's too busy hitting the vaseline.

Ooh yeah you`re amazing,
We think you are really cool,
Wc'd give you a part my love,
But you'd have to play the fool.

WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, Unbelievable.

Don`t Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake 

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 push 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,
Well take 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).



Oh England My Lionheart 

Oh England My Lionheart,
I'm in your garden fading fast in your arms.
The Soldiers soften, the War is over
The air-raid shelters are blooming clover,
Flapping umbrellas fill the lanes
My London Bndge in rain again
Oh Endand My Lionheart,
Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park
You read me Shakespeare on the Rolling Thames,
That Old River Poet that never, ever ends
Our Thumping hearts hold the Ravens in,
And keep the tower from tumbling.

Oh England My Lionheart,
I don't want to go.

Oh England My Lionheart,
Dropped from my Black Spitfire to my funeral barge,
Give me one kiss in appleblossom,
Give me one wish and i'd be wassailing
In the orchard my English Rose,
Or with my Shepherd who'll bnng me home



Driving back in her car,
Watching the wipers squashing the leaves away.
Suddenly there in the road,
Is your old self trying to get out of the rain.

I am my enemy,
Mowing me over,
And towing the light away.
Somehow it just seems to fit,
With that old me trying to get back again.

Imagination sets in.
Then all the voices begin,
Telling you things that aren't happening
(But they nig and they nag'til they're under your skin.)

You've really got to.
Remember yourself,
You've got a Fullhouse in your head tonight,
Remember yourself,
Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight.

My silly pride,
Digging the knife in,
She loves to come for her ride,
Surely by now I should know,
I can control my highs and my lows,
By questioning all that I do,
Examining every move,
Trying to get back to the rudiments,
(If they nig and they nag, I'II just put in the boot.)

In The Warm Room 

In the warm room,
Her perfume reaches you,
Eventually you'll fall for her,
Down you'll go to where the mellow wallows.
In the warm room,
She'll touch you with your Mamma's hand,
You'll long to kiss those red lips,
But when you do, it'll feel like kicking a habit.


She'll tell you that she'll stay,
So you'd better barricade the way out,
She'll lell you she's true,
She'll tell you she loves you.
She's waiting in that warm room.

In the warm room,
She prepares to go to bed,
She'll let you watch her undress,
Go places where your fingers long to Iinger,
In the warm room,
You'll fall into her like a pillow,
Her thighs are soft as marshmallows,
Say hello, to the soft musk of her hollows.


In the warm room,
She's waiting in that warm room. 

Kashka From Baghdad 

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

Old friends never call there,
Some wonder if life's inside at all,
If there's life inside at all.
But we know the lady who rents the room,
She catches them calling a la lune.

At night they're seen,
Laughing, loving,
They know the way
To be happy.

They never go for walks,
Maybe it's because the moon's not bright enough,
There's light in love you see.
I watch their shadows,
Tall and slim in the window opposite,
I long to be with them.
'Coz when all the alley-cats come out,
You can hear music from Kashka's house.


Coffee Homeground 

Down in the cellar,
You're getting into making poison, 
You slipped some on the side,
Into my glass of wine,
And I don't want any coffee-homeground.

Offer me a chocolate,
No thank you spoil my diet, know your game!
But tell me just how come
They smell of bitter almonds?
It's a no-no to your coffee homeground.

Pictures of Crippin, lipstick-smeared,
Torn wallpaper, have the walls bot ears here?

Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna-in the coffee.
And you won't get me with your arsenic, -in the pot of tea

And you won't get me in a hole to rot (put me in a six foot plot).
With your hemlock on the rocks.

Where are the plumbers, Who went a-missing here on Monday?
There was a tall man,
With his companion,
And I bet you gave them coffee-homeground.
Well maybe you are lonely,
And only want a little company,
But keep your recipes for the rats to eat
And may they rest in peace with coffee-homeground.


Hammer Horror 

You stood in the Belltower,
But now you're gone.
So who knows all the sights
Of Natre Dame?

They've got the stars for the gallant hearts,
I'm the replacement for your part,
But all I want to do is forget you friend.

Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave me alone.
The first time in my life,
I keep the lights on,
To ease my soul.
Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave it alone,
I don't know-
Is this the right thing to do?

Rehearsing in your things,
I feel guilty.
And retracing all the scenes,
Of your big hit,

Oh God, you needed the leading role,
It wasn't me who made you go, though,
Now all I want to do is forget you, friend.


Who calls me from the other side.
Of the street?
And who taps me on the shoulder?
I turn around, but you're gone.
I've got a hunch that you're following,
To get your own back on me
So all I want to do is forget you friend.