Kate Bush - Mistraldespair
“Roll his body.
Give him eyes.
Make him smile for me,
Give him life.
My hand is bleeding, I run back inside.
I turn off the light,
Switch on a starry night.
My window flies open.
My bedroom fills with falling snow,
Should be a dream but I’m not sleepy.
I see his snowy white face but I’m not afraid.
He lies down beside me.
So cold next to me.
I can feel him melting in my hand.
Melting, in my hand.
He won’t speak to me.
His crooked mouth is full of dead leaves.
Full of dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden,
crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn.
He is dissolving, dissolving before me and dawn will come soon.
What kind of spirit is this?
Our one and only tryst.
His breath all misty,
And when I kiss his ice-cream lips
And his creamy skin,
His snowy white arms surround me.
So cold next to me.
I can feel him melting in my hand.
Melting, melting, in my hand.
Sunday morning.
I can’t find him.
The sheets are soaking
And on my pillow:
Dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden,
crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn.
I can’t find him - Misty
Oh please can you help me?
He must be somewhere.
Open window closing,
Oh but wait, it’s still snowing.
If you’re out there,
I’m coming out on the ledge.
I’m going out on the ledge.”

Puppies of Love
WITH YOUR SPIT STILL ON MY LIP YOU HIT THE WATER!
LET’S DANCE FOR JOY!
Babooshka, Wuthering Heights, Running up that Hill
Fuck: Running up that Hill (because it’s sexy)
Marry: Babooshka (because I want a marriage based in mutual deceit and disappointment)
Kill: Wuthering Heights (because then I could be a ghost with Heathcliffe)
Patiently waiting for Tori Amos’s daughter and Kate Bush’s son to come out with an album together.
Patiently waiting for Tori Amos’ daughter and Kate Bush’s son to come out.
Dress code: long flowing silk scarves and/or shawls, crushed velvet robes/dresses, fox fur gloves and ermine cloaks, wimples, bells. No jester hats!
November 27th. 1PM. Mount Royal in Montreal. Be there if you can.
The Kate Bush Xmas special is all I need when i am hungover
Yes a hundred times yes.
ONLY KATE BUSH WOULD START A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL WITH A SONG WORTHY OF A HALLOWEEN SPECIAL…
Old people
Love and Anger | Kate Bush
“‘Cause it’s so deep you don’t think that you can speak about it!”
(Source: hesitation---waltz)