Kate Bush

"This kicking here inside Makes me leave you behind. No more under the quilt To keep you warm. Your sister I was born. You must lose me like an arrow, Shot into the killer storm."

"You and me on the bobbing knee. Didn't we cry at that old mythology he'd read! I will come home again, but not until The sun and the moon meet on yon hill."

"I spend a lot of my time looking at blue, The colour of my room and my mood..."

"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."

"My terrible fear of dying No longer plays with me, for now I know that I'm needed For the symphony."

"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."

"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."

"They took the game right out of it. When I am a man I will be an astronaut, And find Peter Pan."

"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."

"You say we're fantastic, But still we don't head the bill. Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Unbelievable!"

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

"Emma's come down. She's stopped the light Shining out of her eyes."

"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! England, my Lionheart! Dropped from my black Spitfire to my funeral barge. Give me one kiss in apple-blossom. Give me one wish, and I'd be wassailing In the orchard, my English rose, Or with my shepherd, who'll bring me home."

"I am my enemy Mowing me over, And towing the light away."

"Remember yourself. You've got a Full House in your head tonight..."

"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."

"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."

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

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

"Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna — in the coffee, And you won't get me with your aresenic — in the pot of tea, And you won't get me in a hole to rot — with your hemlock On the rocks."

"Maybe you're 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."

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

"Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror, Won't leave me alone. The first time in my life, I leave the lights on To ease my soul."

"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."

"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."

"Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful."

"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."

"To be sung of a summer night on the water. Ooh, on the water. "Ta, ta-ta! Hmm. Ta, ta-ta! In B, Fenby!""

"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?"

"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."

"Put out the light, then, put out the light. Vibes in the sky invite you to dine. Dust to dust, Blow to blow."

"The whims that we're weeping for Our parents would be beaten for."

"Leave the breast And then the nest And then regret you ever left."

"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."

"Oh, I'm in love With Egypt."

"My Pussy Queen Knows all my secrets. I'll never fall in love again."

"Somehow this was it, I knew. Maybe fate wants you dead, too: We've come together in the very same room, And 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!"

"Four strings across the bridge, Ready to carry me over, Over the quavers, drunk in the bars, Out of the realm of the orchestra..."

"Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin!"

"Give me the Banshees for B.V.s."

"I 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?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Artists shouldn't be made famous. You know... they're just ... as important as... um doctors, and priests ... or maybe not as important sometimes, and yet they have this huge aura of almost god-like quality about them, just because their craft makes a lot of money. And at the same time it is a forced importance — you know, football stars and theatre stars — It is man-made so the press can feed off it."