Schon in frühster Jugend spielte Kate diese fantastischen Musikstücke am Piano ein,aufgenommen auf Band.Laut Kate selbst existieren ca 60 dieser Stücke,aber bisher sind nur ca 40 Demos aus diversen Quellen aufgetaucht.Darunter auch bekannte Hits,während wenige in aufgepeppter Form auf B-Seiten ("Passing Through Air" z.B.) der 7" Singles gepresst wurden.Der Grossteil dieser Home Demos fand aber nie den Weg auf eine offizielle Pressung,leider!Eines haben bisher fast alle Bootleg CD´s gemeinsam:Die Aufnahmen klingen miserabel ! Auch sind meist auf den CD´s und Lp´s die gleichen Lieder vorhanden,obwohl andere Titelnamen auf dem Cover stehen.Da es von offizieller Seite keine Namen für die Songs gab ist das auch kein Wunder und so hatte jeder seine eigenen Ideen wie er einen Song nennen könnte.Aus "Come Closer To Me Babe" z.B. wurde auch "Who Is Sylvia" und "Goodnight Baby"............
Oft werden die Cathy Demos und die Studio Demos zusammen gelistet.Fakt ist jedenfalls das die Cathy Demos etwas früher entstanden und die Studio Demos u.a. mit der KT Band eingespielt wurden.Die beiden Babooshka Demos sind mit sehr grosser Wahrscheinlichkeit im Studio von David Gilmour entstanden.
Hier nur ein paar der bekanntesten Bootleg CD´s / LP´s:
"Cathy´s Home Demos"
"Alone At My Piano" oder
"If You Could See Me Fly"
The Kick Inside (Brother)
Hammer Horror
Craft Of Life (The Craft Of Love)
So Soft (You´re soft)
Violin
Surrender Into The Roses (Coming Up,Carmilla)
Dali (Ferry Me Over)
Nevertheless (You´ll Do)
Frightened Eyes
The Gay Farewell (Queen Eddie)
Davy (Why Davi Dozed)
Come Closer To Me Babe (Goodnight Baby,Who Is Sylvia)
Kashka From Baghdad
Keep Me Waiting (Stranded At The Moonbase)
Disbelieving Angel
It Hurts Me (A Rose Growing Old,Feeling Like A Waltz)
Oh To Be In Love
Rinfy The Gipsy (Playing Canasta)
On Fire Inside A Snowball (Snow,Hot In The Ice)
The Rare Flower (I Don´t See Why I Shouldn´t, Pick UpThe Rare Flower)
Lionhearts (Where are The Lionhearts,On The Rock)
Kite
Moving
L´amour Looks Something Like You
Strange Phenomena
Don´t Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake
Scares Me Silly (Really Gets Me Going)
Babooshka 1 (Piano Version)
Babooshka 2 (Beatbox Version)
Sat In Your Lap (Exerpt)
Dann wären da noch die "Early Years" Demos von dieser sagenumwobenen Bootleg LP.Im November 2004 ist diese Lp zum ersten Mal überhaupt in einem Auktionshaus versteigert worden , was in sämtlichen Kate Bush Foren für grosses Aufsehen sorgte. Die Trackliste beinhaltet den "lost Song" Go Now While You Can !
Something Like A Song
Need Your Loving
Davy
You Were The Star
Gay Farewell
Kusi Kusi
Atlantis
Sunsi
Disbelieving Angel
Go Now While You Can
Cover der "Early Years" LP
Auch ein sehr schönes und rares Stück , was aber nicht unbedingt hier dazugehört , ist "Organic Acid" .
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, and the cloying yellow of polishing-cloth When he was sick, she comforted him
Oh hush, my friend, and sleep And cuddle to the wind 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...
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.
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...
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
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...
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
I've pulled down my lace and the chintz. Oh, do you know you have the face of a genius? I'll send your love to Zeus. Oh, by the time you read this, I'll be well in touch.
I'm giving it all in a moment for you. I'm giving it all in a moment or two. I'm giving it all, giving it, giving it. The kicking here inside Makes me leave you behind. No more under the quilt To keep you warm. Your sister I was born. Lose me. You must lose me like an arrow, Shot into the killer storm.
You and me on the bobbing knee Welling eyes from identifying with Lizie Wan's story. I will come home again, but not until The sun and the moon meet on yon hill.
I'm giving it all in a moment for you. I'm giving it all in a moment or two. I'm giving it all, giving it, giving it, giving it, giving it! The kicking here inside Makes me leave you behind. No more under the quilt To keep you warm. Your sister I was born. Lose me. You must lose me like an arrow, Shot into the killer storm.
I've pulled down my lace and the chintz. Oh, do you know? You have the face of a genius. I'll send your love to Zeus. Oh, by the time you read this.
Who stands in the belltower, Now you're gone. And who knows all the sights Of Notre Dame?
You knew the girls and the times, You knew the rites and the rhymes. Now they're trying to push me into your name.
Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror, Won't leave it alone. The first time in my life, The first break of my life, Wh(ere) I've let'em go. Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror, Won't leave it alone. Oh no, It's not the right thing to do!
Who calls me from the other side Of the street? And who taps me on the shoulder? I turn around, but you're gone.
You know my mind and my heart. So you should know I wouldn't take your part. All I want to do is forget You, friend.
Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror, Won't leave it alone. The first time in my life, The first break of my life, Wh(ere) I've letten go. Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror, Won't leave it alone. Oh no, It's not the right thing to do!
I tried to study it for just a while: All of the potions, from oysters to seducing smiles. But I've found it's already inside me: A big round bubble of sensuality, Dared to be burst, But worried about getting hurt.
I know how you like to kiss. I'll ask you what you're thinking. Silvers in our dark hair. The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.
The craft of love, The craft of love, The craft of life, The craft of love, Oo-ooh...
Tears spring to mind when I go back in time. All those lost bodies just seeking security. Jittering strangers with sweating hands, Heavy and clever and full of demands. Well I'm similar to you: We're familiar with what to do.
I know how you like to kiss. I'll ask you what you're thinking. Silvers in our dark hair. The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.
The craft of love, The craft of love, The craft of life, The craft of love, Oo-ooh...
Held in your arms in the back seat, Cruising down the main street, How can anyone have such little defense?
You're soft.
In between the sheets, left in limbo, Covered me like the pillow I can hardly tell the difference.
You're soft, So soft. To be, to be with you I'd leave everything.
But I don't know how to deal with you. I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel. Love would melt me like hot butter.
You're soft, So soft. To be, to be with you I'd do anything.
Walking down the street, brushing arms, You're moonlight dancing. I try hard to keep my feelings in.
You're soft.
Dancing to the music, so low. I knead you like dough. How can anyone be so loving
And soft, So soft? To be, to be with you I'd leave everything.
But I don't know how to deal with you. I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel. You melt me like hot butter.
You're soft, So soft. To be, to be with you I'd do anything.
Four strings across the bridge, Ready to carry me over, Over the quavers, under the bars, Out of the realm of the orchestra, Out of the realm of the orchestra.
Filling me up with the shivers. Filling me up with the shivers. Filling me up with the shivers.
Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin!
Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin!
Hear the haunting melody. Leave me enough for my country. Here in a wood, in a green story, Hearing the Banshee a-riddle. Hearing the Banshee a-riddle.
And jigging along with the fiddle. Jigging along with the fiddle. Jigging along with the fiddle.
Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin!
Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin!
Last night you were on my balcony. You needn't try, know the whole story. Before it's too late I must get away, But both of us know you must stay.
Oh, come on, Carmilla, Surrender into the roses. Go back home under the posies. Surrender into the roses, Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla.
Tying garlic flowers around the room. It keeps me safe, but oh! the sickly perfume. Well, it makes me long for the good times, When you were really alive.
Oh, come on, Carmilla, Surrender into the roses. Go back home under the posies. Surrender into the roses, Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla.
High, in Castille, Lives senora Dali alone. And higher still She keeps her gallery. Distance means nothing to me. A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo, A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...
Debris everywhere, Gazing. It's amazing. Ferry me over, Ferry me over, Ferry me over The music, Dali.
Deeper here lies hidden answers and treasures for him. "Oh, I prefer absence," said she, "My heart grows fonder alone." A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo, A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...
Debris everywhere, Gazing. It's amazing. Ferry me over, Ferry me over, Ferry me over The music, Dali.
You've never driven through a red light, Or let your mind leave your body. It's pitch black in bed every night: You set the clock right for the morning alarm.
You've never wanted to start any fires, Don't know a thing about tapping in on wires.
I fill the room with people but still you sit empty, Stuck like putty. I tried to teach you good rock'n'roll, But you couldn't get over the old one-two, And nevertheless, you'll do. Nevertheless, you'll do. Nevertheless, I do.
You get up in the morning and put on your suit For the office, and leave me. You come home all pushed and pulled, At six-thirty in the evening.
The television, it takes you away To a picture-world where I have no say in it.
I fill the room with people but still you sit empty, Stuck like putty. I tried to teach you good rock'n'roll, But you couldn't get over the old one-two, And nevertheless, you'll do. Nevertheless, you'll do. Nevertheless, I do.
Just travelling on a bus From a friend's house, And all these people are looking at me. They're gazing out windows, In any English country gardens.
But as gazes meet, Vacancy shows on screen. But I feel inside The latent hysteria: "Why is she looking at me?"
And as I drift from one to one I can see They're all like me. They've all got frightened eyes Saying what they're thinking, What they are doing tonight.
They've all got frightened eyes, Saying, "Leave me alone, I'm perfectly safe here inside. Please don't surprise me."
Expressionless. Everyone here loves cheap wine We all know good taste, We just get too busy trying to find The right games to play.
Impatient, aren't we all? Watching the time trip by. And all these people are looking at me. They're gazing out windows. They're burning up in there.
And as I drift from one to one I can see They're all like me. They've all got frightened eyes Saying what they're thinking, What they are doing tonight.
They've all got frightened eyes, Saying, "Leave me alone, I'm perfectly safe here inside. Please don't surprise me."
I've never seen Such a sad queen As Eddie. I've seen him raving, Maybe even in pain, But never Weeping like a baby.
On Saturday afternoon He was really fine to him. But on Saturday evening, Oh, well Eddie was so pretty. But now his boy is leaving.
Hey, boy, you're so young To be a queen weeping. You're just a little princess. Oh, Eddie, don't! Cause what can I do But listen to you tell your story?
On Saturday afternoon He was really fine to him. But on Saturday evening, Oh, well Eddie was so pretty. But now his boy is leaving. But now his boy is leaving. But now his boy is leaving him.
Queenie, come home soon!
I stayed the night in your arms. Over half an hour I stayed awake, Looking at you.
Your face seemed radiant, The walls to Steve With a crack emerged As I held you.
Oo-ooh...
While na-na ne-ne-na ne-na-na Davy dozed. I closed my eyes Realised the time is close for us to go. Hold me, oh hold me.
Davy, Davy, Bending like a willow-branch. He rocks me like a baby.
Oo-ooh...
I know he loves another lady, But I still see him in the hallway Calling me.
Oh, when we danced so closely, I really felt as though I was melting In a pool.
Oo-ooh...
Oh while na-na na-na na-na-na Davy dozed. I closed my eyes Realised the time is close for us to go. Hold me, please hold me.
Davy, Davy, Bending like a willow-branch. He rocks me like a baby.
Oo-ooh...
Come closer to me, babe, And the night will come much closer, too. Can't you see the light Drawing pictures nearer in the skies?
What is it that you whisper When you close your eyes? Come closer to me, babe. Is it me it's all about? And who is it that you're always Calling in your sleep? Who is Sylvia?
Goodnight, baby. Please Come on home, Come on home, Come on home soon. Goodnight, baby, Goodnight, baby, Goodnight, baby, Goodnight, baby.
Come closer to me now, For I know there's something you must tell me. When slumber slips between your lips Will the secrets ooze out easily?
What is it that you whisper When you close your eyes? Come closer to me, babe. Is it me it's all about? And who is it that you're always Calling in your sleep? Who is Sylvia?
Goodnight, baby. Please Come on home, Come on home, Come on home soon. Goodnight, baby, Goodnight, baby, Goodnight, baby, Goodnight, baby.
Kashka from Baghdad Lives in sin, they say, With another man, But no one knows who.
Dark lights at night. No one thinks there's life inside at all, That there's life inside at all.
Except for the ladies who clean the house, Except for the men who put the garbage out.
At night They're seen Laughing, Dancing. They know The way To be Happy.
Never go for walks. Maybe it's because The moon's not bright enough. They're blind in love, you see.
I watch their shadows, Tall and slim, In the window opposite. I long to be with them.
What would I do if I were seen? What would I do if they knew my feelings?
At night They're seen Laughing, Loving. They know The way To be Happy.
A long way up in light-years, Just a pinpoint in space, In a century of planetary storms, Stranded at the moonbase,
The air is getting low. The air is getting low.
Looking out at the roof-window, I've seen many strange things, From shooting stars to Stars 'n' Stripes Thought I'd caught a glimpse of golden wings.
The air is getting low, The air is getting low, The air is getting low, The air is getting low.
I got the vision of a big white dove. I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above. I'm wond'ring why the big white dove Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting, Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting, Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.
Looking way down below me, The worlds are all awhirl-whirly. Won't you come along beside? This place waits for company.
The air is getting low. The air is getting low.
I leave my limbs behind me. As I'm being lifted Out into the, into the Spiritual boom-boom abyss.
The air is getting low. The air is getting low. The air is getting low. The air is getting low.
I got the vision of a big white dove. I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above. I'm wond'ring why the big white dove Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting, Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting, Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.
So much for all the prayers you've learned. They are no help to basic needs. And all the worlds they've shown you Just make you even greedier.
So what about divinity? I'm further away than before. You're like two stars colliding, And you're never going to hit the floor.
Why should I whisper in the church? Because they say it's sacred ground? Oh, my sacrilege would do you good. You see, there's nothing here, I've found.
I feel so sorry for you, Believing because they control. And of all the guardian angels They chose me to save your soul!
Oh, I'm just trying to explain, I'm a disbelieving angel.
Slipping past the chimney-pots, Down among the ashes, away from old times Why must I self-indulge in memories? I should be celebrating to a moving melody,
But it hurts me, it hurts me, Honey, honey, it hurts me. And I'm feeling like a waltz, Growing old, old, old, old, old.
I was fiery but you put me out. I was always one for loving and leaving. I like to think I was immune to romance. I should be laughing at some good old comedy.
Oh, but it hurts me, it hurts me. Honey, honey, it hurts me. And I'm feeling like a waltz.
If you laughed at me, I'd laugh too. Waltz, don't you know that I'd be really breaking. L'amour marche avec un etranger. I shouldn't care, you're not my darling anymore,
But it hurts me, it hurts me, Honey, honey, honey, honey. And I'm feeling like a waltz, Growing old, old, old, old, old.
As the light hits you, As you shift along the floor, I find it hard to place my face. How did I come to be here, anyway? It's terribly vague, what's been before.
I could have been anyone. You could have been anyone's dream. Why did you have to choose our moment? Why did you have to make me feel that? Why did you make it so unreal?
Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, Never get out again.
All the colours look brighter now. Everything they say seems to sound new. Slipping into tomorrow too quick, Yesterday always too good to forget. Stop the swing of the pendulum and let us through!
Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, And never get out again. Oh! To be in love, Never get out again.
I fell in love with Rinfy the gypsy. He said when I grew up he'd marry me, Carry me away on his steed.
"Don't worry, my baby! Don't die, my funny little darling! I'm going away for a little while, And shouldn't be gone for very long."
Ooh, then I really fell for Geoffrey, our gardener. He said he'd marry me, too. Oh, and I believed him, just like a fool.
"Don't worry, my honey! Don't die, my funny little doll! I'm going away for a little while. Shouldn't be gone for very long." (Ooh, long, long, long ...)
Playing canasta in c-cold rooms, Playing canasta in cold rooms, Playing canasta upstairs, downstairs, And in my lover's...ooh...
I met a boy who took me upstairs, Then took me in his arms and told me I comforted him, uh-huh.
"Don't worry, my dear, Don't cry, you weird little stranger. I'm going away. You probably won't ever see me again."
Oh, yes, I know, I'm always falling, Gazing at hazy goldfish in your swimming eyes. How could I not lie there with you?
"Don't worry, my darling! Don't die, my silly little baby! I'm going away for a little while, And shouldn't be gone for very long." (Ooh, long, long, long!)
Playing canasta in c-cold rooms, Playing canasta in cold rooms, Playing canasta upstairs, downstairs, And in my lover's...ooh...
Whenever I look out French windows It's always snowing outside. And feel your body relax on mine, Giving me all the good lines, (Uh-huh) All the good lines, All the good li... ooh.
Hot in the ice, On fire inside, A snowball. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow.
Hot in the ice, On fire inside, A snowball. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow.
A crystal layer of ice on our skin: Very numb outside but warm within. I bend to join our lips, but it's too cold To kiss and hit. Is that you I'm feeling? Is it you I'm feeling? (Yeah!) Is it you I'm feeling?
Hot in the ice, On fire inside, A snowball. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow.
Hot in the ice, On fire inside, A snowball. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow. Ah, but she's wonderful, Set in the snow.
There's beauty in such a sacred structure, oh, That thing that is nurtured and loved. It's quite an occasion. It's driving me crazy.
I'm not allowed to touch on lust. I've gotta get a hold of myself. I mustn't admit it.
I don't see why I shouldn't, I don't see why I shouldn't, I don't see why I shouldn't Pick the rare flower.
I don't see why I shouldn't, Well I don't see why I shouldn't, I don't see why I shouldn't Pick the rare flower. Whoooo
Walking in a Paradise or Eden, Whoa, temptation: Give me one second to succumb.
It's calling me. With a menacing whisper of, Magic offer a-charming me./Magical world enchanting me. Why I've gotta get a hold of myself, You see, but it ain't easy.
I don't see why I shouldn't, I don't see why I shouldn't, I don't see why I shouldn't Pick the rare flower.
I don't see why I shouldn't, I don't see why I shouldn't, I don't see why I shouldn't Pick the rare flower. Whoooo
Destiny took me in her arms and told me: "You're a little lost on the fall. You fall for all the men You shouldn't fall for, at all." Ooh, I know she knows, but still I go on, Well, I'm a fool.
Climbing up the (l)adders To slide down the adders On the rocks, On the rocks, On the rocks, On the rocks...
Joan of Arc walks into my mirror, A burning sword. I'd like to cry. I look into her eyes. I see she's seen, the long days and nigh(t). "Ooh," she says, "The games are still the same, I see, But they've changed the names now. Are all Lionhearts put in parks, apart?"
Lionhearts in the asylums, Lionhearts tossed at sea, Lionhearts who've lived their lives, like Arthur. Lionhearts in cathedrals, Lionhearts at mournings, Lionhearts in every seed But they're sown On the rocks, On the rocks, On the rocks, On the rocks...
Somebody I couldn't see Tied me up and put me away, Here on the rocks, Here on the rocks, Here on the rocks...
Passing through air. You mix the stars with your arms. Walking through there. The doom of eternity balms. Skies of grey, Are not today.
Oh! If you throw my love away, I need your loving, I need your loving, I ... Oh! If you pour down rain today, I need your love, So much, so much!
Laughing through smiles. You lick my love with the years. Walking for miles. You cool my brow with your tears. Skies of grey, Are not today.
Oh! If you throw my love away, I need your loving, I need your loving, I ... Oh! If you pour down rain today, I need your love, need your care So much, so much, so much!
Are not today.
Oh! If you throw my love away, I need your loving, I need your loving, I ... Oh! If you pour down rain today, I need your love, need your care So much, so much, so much!
I'm searching for any revolutionary open Caused him to a light a nerve. I'm not on cloud nine on a blue sky and there a-rocking because he's a-rocking, too.
So maybe, you may have many words and many thoughts for yawning You're so like a star upon me
Were the star When there was no one, You were in the sky And I was nowhere to be seen.
You have fallen, oh my star And you have lost your faith, And tomorrow means the same to me, To all.
Nevermind For tomorrow Will be Half a genius shining
You were the star When there was no one, You were in the sky And I was nowhere to be seen.
Now you have fallen, oh my star And you have lost your faith And tomorrow means the same to me, To you, To all.
Nevermind For tomorrow Will be Half a genius shining Half a genius shining
Please Don't be-e afraid of this Coz' we don't move the way they do. Surely you don't love them? So why hide it away from me?
Please be easy you got it I haven't, Somewhere in your "harmineenou, home-arneenou" There's a room in a long form Where you just play a tune It gets us really stoned,
Don't let them in When you see that secret smile. Baby, don't let them in When you feel the ribbons eye.
You get the wrong idea, You'll get broken, And you never let yourself go again with me.
And I've notice in your eyes A sadness I don't like. To recognise You are feeling a heavy side of your ecstacy.
Now you're getting to me, So that I can I hardly bear it. So that I can I hardly bear it. No no, Don't get too deep.
Don't let them in When you see that secret smile. Baby, don't let them in When you feel the ribbons eye.
You get the wrong idea, You'll get broken, And you never let yourself go again with me, Properly.
In that ocean. Wide eyed and deeper in your gaze, And bluer than the bright that's in the cave.
There is a city, Came out from you, Atlantis In ruins, sunken below the waves
But in the city, Where there is no one. What's the point of being free, eh? When there is nothing there to tie me down, Oh, no more here.
The bluest city, Covered in coral and coral, On sea chests, And sealed Jamaician tales.
There is nobody To count the soldiering meandering whales, With a shoal of herring amongst the sails.
But in the city, Where there is no one. What's the point of being free, eh? When there is nothing there to tie me down, Oh, no more here.
There is the city Atlantis.
Did you know I don't know what goes on When you shut the blind in your eyes? That moment I come alive. Nobody knows oh what you can do.
Oh Sunsi, you really make me want to seek it out. Oh Sunsi, you release the precious key. Precious key. Oh Lord, the precious key. I don't know if your mystery is the same?
Oh where is the light, where I have seen the flame. Oh where is the light, oh I have been the flame. Oh river light, go out with a flame.
Falling, you appear so many ways: Falling over; Falling down; Falling in love; I'm falling under your spell. Well I know they're not aware of what you can do to me.
Oh Sunsi, you really make me want to seek it out. Oh Sunsi, you release the precious key. The precious key. Oh Lord, the precious key. I don't know if your mystery will remain?
Oh where is the light, where I have seen the flame. Oh where is the light, oh I have been the flame. Oh river light, go out with a flame.
Oh Davy, you may have many words and many thoughts for you're near You're so like a star upon me So like a star upon me To be one in your garden Humming Humming Humming
Oh Davy, you may have many words and many songs for you're near You're so like a star upon me So like a star upon me To be one in your garden Humming Humming Humming
Oh Davy, you may have many words and many songs for you're near You're so like a star upon me So like a star upon me To be one in your garden Humming Humming Humming
There's something that sounds like a song In my garden, by the willow A piper: "Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"
I see him when I turn the lights down low, In my garden, wading through the pond. Dressed ... "Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"
Called him by every name I know, Ev-ery name I know, But he won't answer me. He keeps coming forward, but never moving. Is there no destiny here?
It sounds like a song In my garden, by the willow A piper: "Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"
Something that sounds like a song In my garden, by the willow A piper: "Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"
I see him when I turn the lights down low, In my garden, wading through the pond. Dressed ... "Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"
Called him by every name I know, Ev-ery name I know, But he won't answer me. He keeps coming forward, but never moving. Is there no destiny here?
Sounds like a song In my garden, by the willow A piper: "Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"
Schon in frühster Jugend spielte Kate diese fantastischen Musikstücke am Piano ein,aufgenommen auf Band.Laut Kate selbst existieren ca 60 dieser Stücke,aber bisher sind nur ca 40 Demos aus diversen Quellen aufgetaucht.Darunter auch bekannte Hits,während wenige in aufgepeppter Form auf B-Seiten ("Passing Through Air" z.B.) der 7" Singles gepresst wurden.Der Grossteil dieser Home Demos fand aber nie den Weg auf eine offizielle Pressung,leider! Eines haben bisher fast alle Bootleg CD´s gemeinsam:Die Aufnahmen klingen miserabel ! Auch sind meist auf den CD´s und Lp´s die gleichen Lieder vorhanden,obwohl andere Titelnamen auf dem Cover stehen.Da es von offizieller Seite keine Namen für die Songs gab ist das auch kein Wunder und so hatte jeder seine eigenen Ideen wie er einen Song nennen könnte.Aus "Come Closer To Me Babe" z.B. wurde auch "Who Is Sylvia" und "Goodnight Baby"............
Dann wären da noch die "Early Years" Demos von dieser sagenumwobenen Bootleg LP. Im November 2004 ist diese Lp zum ersten Mal überhaupt in einem Auktionshaus versteigert worden , was in sämtlichen Kate Bush Foren für grosses Aufsehen sorgte. Die Trackliste beinhaltet den "lost Song" Go Now While You Can !
Cover der "Early Years" LP
