Kate BUSH

Aerial

(2 CD)

(2005)


Disc 1: A Sea Of Honey

1. King Of The Mountain 4'53
(Kate Bush)
2. π 6'10
(Kate Bush)
3. Bertie 4'19
(Kate Bush)
4. Mrs. Bartolozzi 5'59
(Kate Bush)
5. How To Be Invisible 5'32
(Kate Bush)
6. Joanni 4'56
(Kate Bush)
7. A Coral Room 6'12
(Kate Bush)

Disc 2: A Sky Of Honey

8. Prelude 1'26
(Kate Bush)
9. Prologue 5'42
(Kate Bush)
10. An Architect's Dream 4'50
(Kate Bush)
11. The Painter's Link 1'36
(Kate Bush)
12. Sunset 5'59
(Kate Bush)
13. Aerial Tal 1'01
(Kate Bush)
14. Somewhere In Between 5'01
(Kate Bush)
15. Nocturn 8'34
(Kate Bush)
16. Aerial 7'52
(Kate Bush)

Total Time: 80:02 (38:01 + 42:01)

  • Kate - Piano and Keyboards
  • Dan Mcintosh - Electric and Acoustic Guitar
  • Eligio Quinteira - Renaissance Guitar
  • Robin Jeffrey - Renaissance Percussion
  • Gary Brooker - Hammond Organ, Backing Vocals
  • Chris Hall - Accordion
  • Eberhard Weber - Bass
  • John Giblin - Bass
  • Del Palmer - Bass
  • Richard Campbell - Viol
  • Susan Pell - Viol
  • Rolf Harris - Didgeridoo
  • Peler Erskine - Drums
  • Stuart Elliott - Drums
  • Steve Sanger - Drums
  • Bosco D'Oliveira - Percussion
  • Lol Creme - Backing Vocals
  • Paddy Bush - Backing Vocals
  • Michael Wood - Male Vocal on "A Coral Room"
  • Rolf Harris - The Painter
  • Bertie - The Sun

    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 Cardei-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 tradinq as     NOBLE and BRILE

    Many Thanks to ...
    Pa, Hilary Sheffield, Russell Roberts, Gary Briley, Jim Jones, George Gilbert, Bill Puplett,
    Adam Skeaping, Kevin McAlea, Lisa Bradley, Stuart Crouch, Biad 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 Beilie for all their inspiration

    www.katebush.com



    Disc 1

    1. King Of The Mountain

      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
      Through 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 that there's a photograph
      Where you're dancing on your grave

      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

      The wind it blows
      The wind it blows the door closed

    2. π

      Sweet and gentle and sensitive man
      With an obsessive nature and deep fascination
      For numbers
      And a complete infatuation with the calculation
      Of p

      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 3297

      Oh he does, he does, he does
      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

      50228419 7169399337510 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

    3. Bertie

      Here comes the sunshine
      Here comes the son of mine
      Here comes the everything
      Here's a song and a song for him

      Sweet kisses
      Thee wishes
      Lovely Bertie

      The most wilful
      The most beautiful
      The most truly fantastic smile
      I've ever seen

      Sweet kisses
      Thee wishes
      Lovely Bertie

      You bring me so much joy
      And then you bring me
      More joy

    4. Mrs. Bartolozzi

      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 my bucket
      And I cleaned and I cleaned
      The kitchen floor
      Until it sparkled
      Then 1 took my laundry basket
      And put all the linen in it
      And everything I could fit in it
      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 going 'round and 'round
      My blouse wrapping itself around your trousers
      Oh the waves are going out
      My skirt floating up around my waist
      As 1 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 its just your shirt
      Hanging on the washing line
      Waving it's arm as the wind blows by
      And it looks so alive
      Nice and white
      Just like it's 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

    5. How To Be Invisible

      I found a book on how to be invisible
      Take a pinch of keyhole
      And fold yourself up
      You cut along the 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 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 an autumn leaf falling ?
      Or is that you. walking home ?

      Is that the wind from the desert song ?
      Is that an 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 the dotted lines
      And think inside out
      You jump 'round three times
      You jump into the mirror
      And you're invisible

    6. Joanni

      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 girl9

      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

    7. A Coral Room

      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 timeis 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
      Tt held her milk
      And now it holds our memories
      lean hear her singing
      "Little brown jug don't I love thee"
      "Little brown jug don't I love thee"
      Ho ho ho, heeheenee

      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 ?

    Disc 2

    8. Prelude

      Mummy ...
      Daddy ...
      The day is full of birds
      Sounds like they're saying words

    9. Prologue

      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 óou'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?

      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 sole luce
      Bali cozi bene, bene
      Pianissimo
      Pianissimo
    The Chorus:

    What a lovely afternoon
    What aloveiy afternoon
    Oh will you come with us
    To find the song of the oil and the brush ?

    10. An Architect's Dream

      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 wrist
      Twisting down to the hips
      So the lovers begin, with a kiss
      Oh so exciting, mmhao on and on
      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
      Lines like these have got to be
      An architect's dream

      It's always the same
      Whenever he works on a pavement
      It starts to rain
      And all the time
      The light is changing

    11. The Painter's Link

    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 have become
    A wonderful sunset
    What a lovely afternoon

    12. Sunset

      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 the 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 Sunset
      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 Sunset
      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 go all the way up to the top of the night.

    13. Aerial Tal

      ( instrumental )

    14. Somewhere In Between

      We went up to the top of the highest hilt
      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 the silence say

      Somewhere in between
      Breathing out and breathing in
    The Chorus:

    Goodnight sun
    Goodnight sun

    The Sun:

    Goodnight mum

    15. Nocturn

    The Chorus:

    Sweet dreams ...

      On this Midsummer night
      Everyone is sleeping
      We go driving inlo the moonlight

      Couid 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
      The 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 stats 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 seas 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 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, alt the time it's a changing
    Look at the light, climbing up the aerial
    Bright, white coming alive jumping off of 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 awaking

      ... become panoramic

    16. Aerial

      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
      1 feel I gotta get up on the roof
      Up, 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 are you singing
      In the sun

      All of the birds are laughing
      All of the birds are laughing
      Come on lets ail 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
      In the sun
    Pianissimo
      Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
      Then climb into in bed and turn to dust