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King of the Mountain ¨
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Bertie ¨
Mrs. Bartolozzi
How to be Invisible ¨
Joanni ¨
A Coral Room
A S K Y
O F H O N E Y
Prelude ¨
Prologue ¨
An Architect's Dream ¨
The Painter's Link ¨
Sunset ¨
Aerial Tal
Somewhere in Between ¨
Nocturn ¨
Aerial
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- Piano and Keyboards: Kate
Drums: Peter Erskine, Stuart Elliott, Steve Sanger
Bass: Eberhard Weber, John Giblin, Del Palmer
Percussion: Bosco D'Oliveira
Electric and Acoustic Guitars: Dan McIntosh
Hammond Organ: Gary Brooker
Didgeridoo: Rolf Harris
All Lead Vocal & General Backing Vocals: Kate
Backing Vocals: Lol Creme, Gary Brooker, Paddy Bush
Male Vocal on 'A Coral Room': Michael Wood
Accordion: Chris Hall. Viols: Richard Campbell, Susan Pell. Renaissance Guitar: Eligio Quinteira
Renaissance Percussion: Robin Jeffrey. The Painter: Rolf Harris. The Sun: Bertie
Written and Produced by Kate
Recording and Mixing Engineer: Del Palmer
Mastered by James Guthrie
'Bertie' String Arrangement: Bill Dunne
Orchestral Arrangements: Michael Kamen, London Metropolitan Orchestra
Conducted by Michael Kamen at Abbey Road Studios
Engineered by Simon Rhodes and Assisted by Chris Bolster
Italian Translation by Josephine Bartolinni
Design by Kate and Peacock. 'Washing' Photography by John Carder Bush
'Fishermen' Painting by James Southall, reproduced with permission of the Barrow Family
'Indus Bird Mask' Photography by Randy Olson. Kate portrait by Trevor Leighton. Drawings by Bertie
Published by Kate Bush trading as Noble and Brite
Many thanks to...
Pa, Hilary Sheffield, Russell Roberts, Gary Briley, Jim Jones, George Gilbert, Bill Puplett,
Adam Skeaping, Kevin McAlea, Lisa Bradley, Stuart Crouch, Brad Gelfond, Joel Plante,
Mike U'Dell, all at DCS, Paul Barnett, Chris Larkin, Joe Boyd, The Fine Arts Society, Geoff Jukes
Special thanks to...
David Munns, all at Funky Junk and Mark Thompson for his unfailing commitment and help,
James Guthrie, Bert Van Der Wolf of Northstar Holdings BV., Ian Silvester
and to Danny and Bertie for all their inspiration
ADDITIONAL MUSICIANS:
King Of The Mountain: Drums - Steve Sanger; Bass - Del Palmer; Guitar - Dan McIntosh; Keyboards - Kate; Additional Vocals - Paddy Bush
PI: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Bass - Eberhard Weber; Guitar - Dan McIntosh; Keyboards - Kate; Additional Vocals - Lol Creme
Bertie: Viols - Richard Campbell, Susan Pell; Renaissance Guitar - Eligio Quinteira; Percussion - Robin Jeffrey; Keyboards - Kate;
String Arrangement - Bill Dunne
Mrs. Bartolozzi: Piano and Vocals - Kate
How To Be Invisible: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Bass - Del Palmer; Guitar - Dan McIntosh; Keyboards - Kate; Accordion - Chris Hall
Joanni: Guitar - Dan McIntosh; Keyboards - Kate; Bass in end section - Del Palmer
A Coral Room: Piano and Vocals - Kate; Solo Vocal - Michael Wood
Prelude: Keyboards - Kate; The Sun - Bertie
Prologue: Piano - Kate; Bass - Eberhard Weber; Orchestral Arrangement - Michael Kamen; Performed by The LMO Orchestra;
Drums on end section - Peter Erskine
An Architect's Dream: The Painter - Rolf Harris; Drums - Peter Erskine; Bass - John Giblin; Guitar - Dan McIntosh; Keyboards - Kate
The Painter's Link: Vocal & Didgeridoo - Rolf Harris; Orchestral Arrangement - Michael Kamen; Performed by The LMO Orchestra
Sunset: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Acoustic Bass - John Giblin; Guitars - Dan McIntosh; Piano - Kate; Additional Vocals - Gary Brooker
Aerial Tal: Keyboards and Vocals - Kate
Somewhere In Between: Drums - Stuart Elliott; Bass - Del Palmer; Guitar - Dan McIntosh; Keyboards - Kate; Vocal & Hammond Organ - Gary Brooker
Nocturn: Drums - Peter Erskine; Bass - John Giblin; Guitars - Dan McIntosh; Keyboards - Kate; Hammond Organ - Gary Brooker;
Additional Vocals - Lol Creme; Percussion - Bosco D’Oliveira
Aerial: Drums - Steve Sanger; Bass - Del Palmer; Guitars - Dan McIntosh; Keyboards - Kate; Percussion - Bosco D’Oliveira
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- King of the Mountain
(Written by Kate Bush)
Could you see the aisles of women?
Could you see them screaming and weeping?
Could you see the storm rising?
Could you see the guy who was driving?
Could you climb higher and higher?
Could you climb right over the top?
Why does a multi millionaire
Fill up his home with priceless junk?
The wind is whistling
The wind is whistling
Though the house
Elvis are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man?
In the snow with Rosebud
And king of the mountain
Another Hollywood waitress
Is telling us she’s having your baby
And there’s a rumour that you’re on ice
And you will rise again someday
And there’s a photograph
Where you’re dancing on your grave
The wind is whistling
The wind is whistling
Through the house
The wind is whistling
The wind is whistling
Through the house
Elvis are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man?
In the snow with Rosebud
And king of the mountain
Elvis are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man?
In the snow with Rosebud
And king of the mountain now...
The wind it blows
The wind it blows the door closed
The wind is whistling
The wind is whistling
Through the house
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- p
(Written by Kate
Bush)
Sweet and gentle sensitive man
With an obsessive nature and deep fascination
For numbers
And a complete infatuation with the calculation
Of PI
Oh he love, he love, he love
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
3.1415926535 897932
3846 264 338 3279
Oh he love, he love, he love
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
But he must, he must, he must
Put a number to it
50288419 716939937510
582319749 44 59230781
6406286208 821 4808651 32
Oh he love, he love, he love
He does love his numbers
And they run, they run, they run him
In a great big circle
In a circle of infinity
82306647 0938446095 505 8223…
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- Bertie
(Written by Kate
Bush)
Here comes the sunshine
Here comes that son of mine
Here comes the everything
Here’s a song and a song for him
Sweet kisses
Three wishes
Lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely Bertie
Lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely
You lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely Bertie
Lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely
The most wilful
The most beautiful
The most truly fantastic smile
I’ve ever seen
Sweet kisses
Three wishes
Lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely Bertie
Lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely
You lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely Bertie
Lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely
You lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely Bertie
Lovely Lovely Lovely Lovely
You bring me so much joy
And then you bring me
More Joy
You bring me so much joy
And then you bring me
More Joy
You bring me so much joy
And then you bring me
More Joy
You bring me so much joy
And then you bring me
More Joy
You bring me so much joy
And then you bring me
More Joy
You bring me so much joy
And then you bring me
More Joy
You bring me so much joy
And then you bring me
More Joy
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- Mrs. Bartolozzi
(Written by Kate Bush)
I remember it was that Wednesday
Oh when it rained and it rained
They traipsed mud all over the house
It took hours and hours to scrub it out
All over the hall carpet
I took my mop and bucket
And I cleaned and I cleaned
The kitchen floor
Until it sparkled
Then I took my laundry basket
And put the linen all in it
And everything I could fit in it
And all our dirty clothes that hadn’t gone into the wash
And all your shirts and jeans and things
And put them in the new washing machine
Washing machine
Washing machine
I watched them go ‘round and ‘round
My blouse wrapping itself in your trousers
Oh the waves are going out
My skirt floating up around my waist
As I wade out into the surf
Oh and the waves are coming in
Oh and the waves are going out
Oh and you’re standing right behind me
Little fish swim between my legs
Oh and the waves are coming in
Oh and the waves are going out
Oh and the waves are coming in
Out of the corner of my eye
I think I see you standing outside
But it’s just your shirt
Hanging on the washing line
Waving its arm as the wind blows by
And it looks so alive
Nice and white
Just like its climbed right out
Of my washing machine
Washing machine
Washing machine
Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy
Get that dirty shirty clean
Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy
Make those cuffs and collars gleam
Everything clean and shiny
Washing machine
Washing machine
Washing machine
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- How to be Invisible
(Written by Kate
Bush)
I found a book on how to be invisible
Take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along a dotted line
You think inside out
And you’re invisible
Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
I found a book on how to be invisible
On the edge of the labyrinth
Under a veil you must never lift
Pages that you must never turn
In the labyrinth
You stand in front of a million doors
And each one holds a million more
Corridors that lead to the world
Of the invisible
Corridors that twist and turn
Corridors that blister and burn
Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that the autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that the autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?
Is that a storm in the swimming pool?
You take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along a dotted line
You think inside out
You jump ‘round three times
You jump into the mirror
And you’re invisible
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- Joanni
(Written by Kate Bush)
All the banners stop waving
And the flags stop flying
And the silence comes over
Thousands of soldiers
Thousands of soldiers
Who is that girl? Do I know her face?
Who is that girl?
Joanni, Joanni wears a golden cross
And she looks so beautiful in her armour
Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God
And she never wears a ring on her finger
All the cannon are firing
And the swords are clashing
And the horses are charging
And the flags are flying
And the battle is raging
And the bells, the bells are ringing
Who is that girl? Do I know her face?
Who is that girl?
Joanni, Joanni wears a golden cross
And she looks so beautiful in her armour
Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God
And she never wears a ring on her finger
Joanni, Joanni, Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God
And she just looks beautiful in her armour
Beautiful in her armour
"Elle parle à Dieu et aux anges
Dans ses prières
Venez Sainte Catherine
Venez Sainte Marguerite
Elle a besoin de vous deux
Les voix, les voix du feu
Chante avec moi petite soeur
Les voix, les voix!"
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- A Coral Room
(Written by Kate
Bush)
There's a city, draped in net
Fisherman net
And in the half light, in the half light
It looks like every tower
Is covered in webs
Moving and glistening and rocking
It's babies in rhythm
As the spider of time is climbing
Over the ruins
There were hundreds of people living here
Sails at the windows
And the planes came crashing down
And many a pilot drowned
And the speed boats flying above
Put your hand over the side of the boat
What do you feel?
My mother and her little brown jug
It held her milk
And now it holds our memories
I can hear her singing
"Little brown jug don't I love thee"
"Little brown jug don't I love thee"
Ho ho ho, hee hee hee
"Little brown jug don't I love thee"
"Little brown jug don't I love thee"
I hear her laughing
She is standing in the kitchen
As we come in the back door
See it fall
See it fall
Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug
And the pieces will lay there a while
In a house draped in net
In a room filled with coral
Sails at the window
Forests of masts
Put your hand over the side of the boat
Put your hand over the side of the boat
What do you feel?
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- Prelude
(Written by Kate Bush)
Mummy…
Daddy…
The day is full of birds
Sounds like there saying words
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- Prologue
(Written by Kate
Bush)
We're gonna be laughing about this
We're gonna be dancing around
It's gonna be so good now
It's gonna be so good
Oh so exciting, mmh go on and on
Every time you leave us
So Summer will be gone
So you'll never grow old to us
It's gonna be so good now
It's gonna be so good
Can you see the lark ascending?
What a lovely afternoon
Oh so romantic, swept me off my feet
Like some kind of magic
Like the light in Italy
Lost its way across the sea…
Roma Roma mia
Tesoro mio, bella
Pieno di, Pieno di sole luce
Balli così bene, bene
Pianissimo
Pianissimo
What a lovely afternoon
What a lovely afternoon
Oh will you come with us
To find the song of the oil and brush
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- An Architect's Dream
(Written by Kate
Bush)
Yes, I need to get that tone
A little bit lighter there
Maybe with some dark accents coming in from the side
Hmm, let’s go
Watching the painter painting,
And all the time, the light is changing
And he keeps painting
That bit there, it was an accident
But he's so pleased
It's the best mistake, he could make
And it's my favourite piece
It's just great
The flick of a wrist
Twisting down to the hips
So the lovers begin, with a kiss
In a tryst
It's just a smudge
But what it becomes
In his hands
Curving and sweeping
Rising and reaching
I could feel what he was feeling
(Watching the painter painting)
Lines like these have got to be
An architect’s dream
It's always the same
Whenever he works on a pavement
(Watching the painter painting)
It starts to rain
And all the time
The light is changing
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- The Painter's Link
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The Painter]:
It’s raining
What has become of my painting
All the colours are running
[The chorus]:
So all the colours run
So all the colours run
See what they've become
A wonderful sunset
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- Sunset
(Written by Kate Bush)
Could be honeycomb
In a sea of honey
A sky of honey
Whose shadow, long and low
Is slipping out of wet clothes?
And changes into
The most beautiful
Iridescent blue
Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
That blackbirds sing at dusk
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust
Every sleepy light
Must say goodbye
To day before it dies
In a sea of honey
A sky of honey
Keep us close to your heart
So if the skies turn dark
We may live on in
Comets and stars
Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
That blackbirds sing at dusk
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust
Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
That blackbirds sing at dusk
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust
[The Chorus]:
Oh sing of summer and a sunset
And sing for us, so that we may remember
The day writes the words right across the sky
They all go all the way up to the top of the night
Oh sing of summer and a sunset
And sing for us, so that we may remember
The day writes the words right across the sky
They all go all the way up to the top of the night
We go all the way up to the top of the night
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- Aerial Tal
(Written by Kate
Bush)
Trr di da trr da da
Da da da da da da
Da drr da doo dup
Da drr-t da drr chick-a
Do di da ba brr brr
Do do da do da do de harr
Hi yay drr tak-ak
Dit di dee trr tib-it squeek
A sea of ho-ney, a sea of ho-ney, a sky of ho-ney...
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We went up to the top of the highest hill
And stopped
Still
It was just so beautiful
It was just so beautiful
It was just so beautiful
This is where the shadows come to play
'Twixt the day
And night
Dancing and skipping
Along a chink of light
Somewhere in between
The waxing and the waning wave
Somewhere in between
What the song and silence say
Somewhere in between
The ticking and the tocking clock
Somewhere in a dream between
Sleep and waking up
Somewhere in between
Breathing out and breathing in
Like twilight is neither night nor morning
Not one of us would dare to break
The silence
Oh how we have longed
For something that would
Make us feel so…
Somewhere in between
The waxing and the waning wave
Somewhere in between
The night and the daylight
Somewhere in between
The ticking and the tocking clock
Somewhere in between
What the song and silence say
Somewhere in between
Breathing out and breathing in
[The Chorus]:
Goodnight sun
Goodnight sun
[The sun]:
Goodnight mum
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- Nocturn
(Written by Kate Bush)
[The chorus]:
Sweet... dreams…
On this Midsummer night
Everyone is sleeping
We go driving into the moonlight
Could be in a dream
Our clothes are on the beach
These prints of our feet
Lead right up to the sea
No one, no one is here
No one, no one is here
We stand in the Atlantic
We become panoramic
We tire of the city
We tire of it all
We long for just that something more
Could be in a dream
Our clothes are on the beach
These prints of our feet
Lead right up to the sea
No one, no one is here
No one, no one is here
We stand in the Atlantic
We become panoramic...
The stars are caught in our hair
The stars are on our fingers
A veil of diamond dust
Just reach up and touch it
The sky's above our heads
The sea's around our legs
In milky, silky water
We swim further and further
We dive down… We dive down
A diamond night, a diamond sea
and a diamond sky…
We dive deeper and deeper
We dive deeper and deeper
Could be we are here
Could be we are in a dream
It came up on the horizon
Rising and rising
In a sea of honey, a sky of honey
A sea of honey, a sky of honey
[The chorus]:
Look at the light, all the time it's a changing
Look at the light, climbing up the aerial
Bright, white coming alive jumping off the aerial
All the time it's a changing, like now…
All the time it's a changing, like then again…
All the time it's a changing
And all the dreamers are waking
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- Aerial
(Written by Kate
Bush)
The dawn has come
And the wine will run
And the song must be sung
And the flowers are melting
In the sun...
I feel I want to be up on the roof
I feel I gotta get up on the roof
I felel I want to be up on the roof
I feel I gotta get up on the roof
I feel I want to be up on the roof
I feel I gotta get up on the roof
Up, up on the roof
Oh the dawn has come
And the song must be sung
And the flowers are melting
What kind of language is this?
What kind of language is this?
I can’t hear a word you’re saying
Tell me what you are singing
In the sun...
All of the birds are laughing
All of the birds are laughing
Come on let’s all join in
Come on let’s all join in
I want to be up on the roof
I’ve gotta be up on the roof
Up, up high on the roof
Up, up on the roof
I want to be up on the roof
Up, up high on the roof
Up, up on the roof
In the sun...
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All
lyrics by Kate Bush trading as Noble and Brite |
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