Moments of Pleasure- Kate Bush

I’ve just discovered some of Kate Bush’s later works…and some pieces really move me…really slow me down and wake me up and make me realize that even though I talk and think so much about this great waking into dream I have planned for my life…the dream is not forever…and even in our sleep we have things to lose…things to remember….things to sing for…I let time slip by too easily…

Some moments that I’ve had
Some moments of pleasure

I think about us lying
Lying on a beach somewhere
I think about us diving
Diving off a rock, into another moment

The case of George the Wipe
Oh God I can’t stop laughing
This sense of humour of mine
It isn’t funny at all
Oh but we sit up all night
Talking about it

Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time

On a balcony in New York
It’s just started to snow
He meets us at the lift
Like Douglas Fairbanks
Waving his walking stick
But he isn’t well at all
The buildings of New York
Look just like mountains through the snow

Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time
Just let us try
To give these moments back
To those we love
To those who will survive

And I can hear my mother saying
“Every old sock meets an old shoe”
Isn’t that a great saying?
“Every old sock meets an old shoe”
Here come the Hills of Time

Hey there Maureen,

Hey there Bubba,
Dancing down the aisle of a plane,

Smurf, playing his guitar refrain,

Hey there Teddy,
Spinning in the chair at Abbey Road,

Hey there Michael,
Do you really love me?

Hey there Bill,
Could you turn the lights up?

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~ by remainsofthedesi on October 6, 2007.

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