Kate Bush
Wuthering Heights
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
(Chorus) Heathcliff, its me, Cathy come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window
Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine alot, 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
(Chorus)
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it's me, Cathy
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus) Heathcliff, its me, Cathy come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window
Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine alot, 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
(Chorus)
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it's me, Cathy
(Chorus)
Army Dreamers
"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.
"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.
"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.
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.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Mammy's darling.
("Mammy's hero.")
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.
"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.
"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.
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.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Mammy's darling.
("Mammy's hero.")
[*--"B.F.P.O.": British Forces Posted Overseas.]
Breathing
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
Breathing,
("Out, in, out, in, out, in...")
Breathing it in,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing it in,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing it in,
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
Breathing,
("Out, in, out, in, out...")
Breathing it in,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing it in,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing it in,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in,
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.
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
Breathing,
("Out, in, out, in, out, in...")
Breathing it in,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing it in,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing it in,
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
Breathing,
("Out, in, out, in, out...")
Breathing it in,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing it in,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing it in,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in,
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.
Stevie Nicks
Leather and Lace (and Don Henley)
Is a love so fragile?
And the heart so hollow
Shatter with words...impossible to follow
You're sayin' I'm fragile...
I try not to be, I search only...
for somethin' I can't see
And the heart so hollow
Shatter with words...impossible to follow
You're sayin' I'm fragile...
I try not to be, I search only...
for somethin' I can't see
I have my own life...
and I am stronger than you know
But I carry this feelin'...when you walked into my house
That you won't be walkin' out the door
and I am stronger than you know
But I carry this feelin'...when you walked into my house
That you won't be walkin' out the door
Still I carry this feelin'...when you walked into my house
That you won't be walkin' out the door
That you won't be walkin' out the door
CHORUS:
Lovers forever....face to face
My city or mountains...stay with me stay
I need you to love me...I need you today
Give to me your leather....take from me...my lace
Lovers forever....face to face
My city or mountains...stay with me stay
I need you to love me...I need you today
Give to me your leather....take from me...my lace
You in the moonlight..with your sleepy eyes
Could you ever love a man like me?
And you were right..when I walked into your house
I knew I'd never want to leave
Sometimes I'm a strong man, sometimes cold and scared
and sometimes I cry......
But that time I saw you...I knew with you to light my nights....
somehow I'd get by
Could you ever love a man like me?
And you were right..when I walked into your house
I knew I'd never want to leave
Sometimes I'm a strong man, sometimes cold and scared
and sometimes I cry......
But that time I saw you...I knew with you to light my nights....
somehow I'd get by
CHORUS
Take from me....my lace
Take from me....my lace
Take from me....my lace
Temptation falls in your path
No hesitation why you ask
You have another waiting at home
And yes she matters to you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
She matters to you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
She matters to you
You didn't mean to meet her you cry
Oh but the sun goes down every night
She came to you when you were alone
And yes she matters to you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
She matters to you
I promised myself... a long time ago
It would be difficult to let you go
If not at least within
The touch of my fingers -
It was close to being
In heaven -
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
To being in heaven
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
Is to be... in heaven
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
I know I know
Edge Of Seventeen
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh... Ooh... Oooh...
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Ooo baby... Oooh... said oooh
And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend(Everything's alright), baby
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more(He was no more...)
than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted
Something within him
At the moment
That I first laid...
Eyes... on... him...
All alone...On the edge of
Seventeen
Just like the white winged dove.
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Ooo baby... Oooh... said oooh...
Just like the one winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing... said
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
I went today, maybe I will go again
Tomorrow
Yeah, Yeah...
Well the music there well it was hauntingly
Familiar
Well I see you doing
What I tried to do for me
With the words from a poet
And a voice from a choir
And a melody
Nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Oooh baby... Oooh... said oooh
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... said
Oooh baby... oooh... said oooh
The clouds
Never expect it
When it rains
But the sea
Changes colours
But the sea
Does not change
So... with the slow... graceful flow
Of age
I went forth... with an age old
Desire... to please
On the edge of
Seventeen
Ooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaahhhhh...
(Guitar Solo)
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh baby... Oooh... said oooh...
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh baby... Oooh... said oooh
Well then suddenly
There was no one... left standing
In the hall
Yeah yeah
With a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh, I went searchin' for an answer
Up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird
Singing- Come away... (come away, come away)
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Ooo... baby... Oooh... said Oooh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh... baby.. Oooh... said oooh
Well I hear you(Well I hear you)
In the morning(In the morning)
And I hear you(And I hear you)
At nightfall(At nightfall)
Sometime to be near you
Is to be unable... to hear you
My love
I'm a few years older than you(I'm a few years older than you) My love
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh baby... Oooh... said oooh...
That it for this post, sorry that it's late...
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