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KATE BUSH - NEVER FOR EVER
Babooshka
Delius (Song of Summer)
Blow Away (For Bill)
All We Ever Look For
Egypt
The Wedding List
Violin
The Infant Kiss
Night scented stock
Army Dreamers
Breathing
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 they had met before
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady,
Capacity to give him all he needs,
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,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
Ooh, he's a moody old man
Song of summer in his hand
Ooh, he's a moody old man
...in...in...in his hand
...in his hand
(Hmm)
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah,
Delius,
Delius amat
Syphilus,
Deus,
Genius, ooh
To be sung of a summer night on the water
Ooh, on the water
Ta, ta-ta!
Hmm
Ta, ta-ta!
In B, Fenby!
To be sung of a summer night on the water
Ooh, on the water
On the water.
One of the band told me last night
That music is all that he's got in his life
So where does it go?
Surely not with his soul
Will all of his licks and his R'n'B
Blow away?
Blow away
Blow away
Our engineer had a different idea
From people who nearly died but survived,
Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here,
And went to a room that was soon full of visitors
Hello Minnie, Moony, Vicious, Vicious, Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
Don't dump me back there
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
I want to stay here
Put out the light, then, put out the light
Vibes in the sky invite you to dine.**
Dust to dust,
Blow to blow
Bolan and Moony are heading the show tonight
Hello Minnie, Moony, Bill, Vicious, Vicious,
Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
Don't dump me back there
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
I want to stay her
Just look at your father
And you'll see how you took after him
Me, I'm just another
Like my brothers
Of my mother's genes
All they ever want for you
Are the things they didn't do
All they ever wanted--a little clue
All they ever wanted--the truth
All they ever wanted--a little bit of you
All they ever wanted,
But they never did get
The whims that we're weeping for
Our parents would be beaten for
Leave the breast
And then the rest
And then regret you ever left
All we're ever looking for
Is another open door
All we ever look for--another womb
All we ever look for--our own tomb
All we ever look for--ooh, la lune
All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too
All we ever look for,
But we never do score
All we ever look for--a god
All we ever look for--ooh, a drug
All we ever look for--a great big hug
All we ever look for--a little bit of you
All we ever look for--a little bit of you, too
All we ever look for,
But we never do score.
Follow the Nile
Deep to much deeper
The Pyramids sound lonely tonight
The sands run red
In lands of the Pharoahs
Their symmetry gets right inside me
I cannot stop to comfort them
I'm busy chasing up my demon
I cannot stop to comfort them
I'm busy chasing up my demon
Oh, I'm in love
With Egypt
My Pussy Queen
Knows all my secrets
I'll never fall in love again
I drift with dunes
I whisper of the tombs
They offer me Egyptian delights
She's got me with that feline guise,
Got me in those desert eyes
She's got me with that feline guise,
Got me in those desert eyes
Oh I'm in love
With Egypt.
No, I'll never give the hunt up,
And I won't muck it up
Somehow this is it, I knew
Maybe fate wants you dead, too
We've come together in the very same room,
And I'm coming for you!
Do you think I'd ever let you
Get away with it, huh?
He swooned in warm maroon
There's gas in your barrel, and I'm flooded with Doom
You've made a wake of our honeymoon,
And I'm coming for you!
All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime
'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead
'Mystery Man.' God help the bride
She's a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet. She said--
I'll put him on the wedding list!
I'll put him on the wedding list!
I'll get him and I will not miss
Now, as I'm coming for you,
All I see is Rudi
I die with him, again and again
And I'll feel good in my revenge
I'm gonna fill your head with lead
And I'm coming for you!
And when it's all over you'll roll over
The butt of my gun:
One in your belly, and one for Rudi
You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie
Bang-bang--Out! like an old cherootie,
I'm coming for you!
All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime:
'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead
'Mystery Man.' God help the bride!
She's a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet. She said--
She sure got him on the wedding list
I'll got him on the wedding list!
I'll got him and I will not miss.
I'll put him on the wedding list!
And after she shot the guy,
She committed suicide
I'm coming, Rudi!
And later, when they analysed,
They found a little one inside
It must have been Rudi's child.
I shot, I shot, I shot him honey!
Never mind, she got the guy.
He hit the ground, Rudi!
An eye for an eye.
Ashes to ashes...
Eye for an eye.
I hit him, hit him
Rudi!, Rudi!
I'm coming coming coming honey
Eye for an eye.
Rudi!
Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over,
Over the quavers, drunk in 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 and quivers
Filling me up with the shivers
Chorus:
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! Violin! Violin!
(chorus)
Paganini up on the chimney,
Lord of the dance,
With Nero and old Nicky
Whack that devil
Into my fiddlestick!
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s,*
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee!
(chorus x 4)
Say good night-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
(Don't Let Go!)
Windy-wailey blows me
Words of caress on their 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
(Don't let go!)
"B.F.P.O."
Army dreamers
"Mammy's hero."
"B.F.P.O."
"Mammy's hero."
Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier
Chorus:
What could he do?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
What could he do?
Should have been a politician.
But he never had a proper education
What could he do?
Should have been a father.
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste --
Army dreamers
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers
Tears o'er a tin box
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldn't win the war with ego
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons
Now he's sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows
(chorus)
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh..
("B.F.P.O.")
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum..
Army dreamers
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum..
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Army Dreamers
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Army dreamers
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes
Outside
Gets inside
Through her skin
I've been out before
But this time it's much safer in
Last night in the sky,
Such a bright light
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to keep
Chorus:
Breathing,
(Out, in, out, in, out, in...)
Breathing,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in
We've lost our chance
We're the first and the last, ooh,
After the blast
Chips of Plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung
I love my
Beloved, ooh,
All and everywhere,
Only the fools blew it
You and me
Knew life itself is
(chorus)
Out in, out in, out in, out..
(Out!)
In point of fact it is possible to tell the
(Out!;)
difference between a small nuclear explosion and
a large one by a very simple method. The calling
card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that
is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter
even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration
of this flash that we are able to determine the size
(What are we going to do without?)
of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be
seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust
and living things around the area of the explosion,
and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable
as the familiar mushroom cloud. As a demonstration
of the flash duration test let's try and count the
number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very
small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized
bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful,
high-yield bombs
What are we going to do without?
Ooh please!
What are we going to do without?
Let me breathe!
What are we going to do without?
Ooh, Quick!
We are all going to die without!
Breathe in deep!
What are we going to die without?
Leave me something to breathe!
We are all going to die without!
Oh, leave me something to breathe!
What are we going to do without?
Oh, God, please leave us something to breathe!;
We are all going to die without
Oh, life is--Breathing.