Songtext Organic acid von Kate Bush

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The cathy demos

1993

01. Before the fall
02. Come closer to me babe
03. The craft of love
04. Dali (ferry me over)
05. The disbelieving angel
06. Frightened eyes
07. The gay farewell (eddie the queen)
08. It hurts me (feeling like a waltz)
09. Nevertheless, you'll do
10. On fire inside a snowball (hot in the ice)
11. Organic acid
12. The rare flower" (pick the rare flower)
13. Rinfy the gypsy" (playing canasta in cold rooms)
14. Scares me silly
15. Something like a song
16. So soft" (you're soft)
17. Stranded at the moonbase (keeping me waiting)
18. Surrender into the roses" (carmilla)
19. Where are the lionhearts" (on the rocks)
20. While davy dozed" (davy)

Organic acid

John Carder Bush :
"He got her drunk very quickly.
Holding hands, they found the broom-cupboard,
Where he had control as far as the fall,
When his hand covered wet hair.
She took over among furniture wax,
Dust, the cloying yellow of polishing-cloth.
When he was sick, she comforted him."

Kate Bush :
Oh, hush, my friend, and sleep,
And cuddle to the wind.
And sleep on through the waves
That may wet your lover's dream.

We have been far through this night long hours.
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

John:
"He couldn't do it properly;
The disco, the office, the pub,
Had left out those details of delight.
Satisfied, he would collapse out,
Puzzled at why she still squirmed,
Held onto him, tears curling into her mouth.
This was something their stories always omitted:
That her joy would seem like pain,
When he focused after his release."

Kate:
Do sand and shells and stones
Peep in through your night?
But you should not be hurt
For all will pass with time.

We have been far through this night long hours.
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

John:
"In the third week of the relationship
She was tripping on organic acid,
Would stop to pick up a rained-out leaf,
Would give it tenderly into his hand--
Full of dead things before they reached the car.
When they drove she sat with mouth open
As though photographed on the impact of a stomach punch,
Her right fist gripping the skin of his left leg.
Hooking the steering-wheel closer to his heart,
He feared her, and slapped out sideways into her face.
She entered the cut with her tongue,
Gurgling gratitude for the strange taste."

Kate:
Do you fear the dark?
Then hush, and realise
That though the angels never come,
Prayers can soothe your mind.

We have been far through this night long hour.
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

John:
"There was no premonition of the wet Hog's back.
The sportscar slumped, snout into a beech,
Their corpses giving the vehicle arms,
Petrol and blood at last dripping together.
But quick flashes of a planned lunch:
Cold red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire,
Game pie, and for him two pints of colder beer,
The winter air tucking under their eyelids
As they spun on the gravel at Clandon;
Their hands steaming from quick moisture,
The aromatic finger drawn up to his nostril--
Dazed after mutual masturbation,
They zigzagged into a conservative end."

Kate:
Oh hush, my friend, and sleep...

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Kate Bush :
Oh, hush, my friend, and sleep, 
And cuddle to the wind. 
And sleep on through the waves 
That may wet your lover's dream.

We have been far through this night long hours. 
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

John:
"He couldn't do it properly; 
The disco, the office, the pub, 
Had left out those details of delight. 
Satisfied, he would collapse out, 
Puzzled at why she still squirmed, 
Held onto him, tears curling into her mouth. 
This was something their stories always omitted: 
That her joy would seem like pain, 
When he focused after his release."

Kate:
Do sand and shells and stones 
Peep in through your night? 
But you should not be hurt 
For all will pass with time.

We have been far through this night long hours. 
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

John:
"In the third week of the relationship 
She was tripping on organic acid, 
Would stop to pick up a rained-out leaf, 
Would give it tenderly into his hand--
Full of dead things before they reached the car. 
When they drove she sat with mouth open 
As though photographed on the impact of a stomach punch, 
Her right fist gripping the skin of his left leg. 
Hooking the steering-wheel closer to his heart, 
He feared her, and slapped out sideways into her face. 
She entered the cut with her tongue, 
Gurgling gratitude for the strange taste."

Kate:
Do you fear the dark? 
Then hush, and realise 
That though the angels never come, 
Prayers can soothe your mind.

We have been far through this night long hour. 
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...

John:
"There was no premonition of the wet Hog's back. 
The sportscar slumped, snout into a beech, 
Their corpses giving the vehicle arms, 
Petrol and blood at last dripping together. 
But quick flashes of a planned lunch: 
Cold red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire, 
Game pie, and for him two pints of colder beer, 
The winter air tucking under their eyelids 
As they spun on the gravel at Clandon; 
Their hands steaming from quick moisture, 
The aromatic finger drawn up to his nostril--
Dazed after mutual masturbation, 
They zigzagged into a conservative end."

Kate:
Oh hush, my friend, and sleep...