15 Kate Bush Quotes on Dreams

Kate Bush quotes on dreams

9. There's a hole in the sky with a big eyeball Calling me: 'Come up and be a kite, On a diamond flight!'

15. Bad dreams in the night. They told me I was going to lose the fight, Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights.

46. They took the game right out of it. When I am a man I will be an astronaut, And find Peter Pan.

137. I still dream of Orgonon. I wake up crying. You're making rain, And you're just in reach, When you and sleep escape me.

142. If they find me racing white horses, They'll not take me for a buoy. Let me be weak, Let me sleep And dream of sheep.

143. Ooh, their breath is warm And they smell like sleep, And they say they take me home. Like poppies heavy with seed They take me deeper and deeper.

187. I want you as the dream, Not the reality. That clumsy good-bye kiss could fool me. But looking back over my shoulder at you happy without me.

216. Feel your hair come tumbling down Feel your feet start kissing the ground Feel your arms are opening out And see your eyes are lifted to God With no words, with no song I'm gonna dance the dream And make the dream come true...

223. Ooh find me the man with the ladder And he might lift me up to the stars.

225. All young gentle dreams drowning In life's grief Can you hang on to me?

259. Somewhere in between The waxing and the waning wave Somewhere in between What the song and the silence says 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

261. Could 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...

263. We dive deeper and deeper Could be we are here Could be in my dream It came up on the horizon Rising and rising In a sea of honey, a sky of honey.

265. All the time it's a changing And all the dreamers are waking.

308. Her subjects come tripping from library shelves, television and cinema screens and musty books of fairy tales, the stuff that dreams are made of. She spins tunes that haunt, twist and turn the mind, triggering long forgotten moods. Listening intently to her albums is an experience akin to having a lucid and feverish dream. Jungian symbols of youth, innocence, spiritual escape and the dark, feminine realm abound. Ghosts haunt the black vinyl grooves... But it's not all brooding intensity. There are jokes, too...