After the party You took me back to your parlour A little nervous laughter Locking the door My stockings fall Onto the floor Desperate for more
Nobody else can share this Here comes one and one makes one The glorious union Well it could be love Or it could be just lust But it will be fun It will be wonderful
Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it Feel it, my love Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it Feel it, my love Oh, I need it. Oh, oh, feel it Feel it, my love Feel it! See what you're doing to me?
God, but you're beautiful, aren't you? Feel your warm hand walking around I won't pull away My passion always wins So keep on a-moving in So keep on a-tuning in Synchronise rhythm now
Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it Feel it, my love Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it Feel it, my love Oh, I need it. Oh, oh, feel it Feel it, my love Feel it! See what you're doing to me? See what you're doing to me? Just see what you're doing to me
I can't think of another more suitably seductive song than this. Kate was able to be her most erotic in her quietest moments - she speaks for the women in most of us in this song (and that comment includes you guys)!
It was indeed a startling blast of unashamed sexuality that had more than it's desired effect on me as a rampantly hormonal 18 year old male.. Not surprisingly - and now aged 44 - it's still a favourite even after all these years
We've looked at the sexuality in Kate's music before. If you're interested, look up "Kate Bush and the Fine Art of the Erotic 16+" (top of page 4 on the General Board). As I recall we managed to display suitable restraint and kept the discussion above the waist..
Thanks Adey - an interesting thread and shows the maturity of the participants. I like the way that Kate is able to be sensuous without becoming smutty and you guys followed suit with holding that moment.
btw I got Kick Inside on CD yesterday but, again, vinyl has a much rounder and fuller sound. I had aquired a few skips and crackles over the years on my copy but, in some ways, that adds to the character. Nonetheless, good for the RA KA (my motorcar!).
This song is beautiful but vulnerable. The young girl, inexperienced, party alcohol affecting her mood (a theme repeated in LLSLY: "My eyes were shining on the wine..."). Maybe fantasy, maybe (in)experience. Whatever, the song lingers in the mind long after the post-coital cigarette! ...
"Feel It is lyrically a celebration of sexual pleasure. But, musically, the track draws on conventions that are associated not with physical enjoyment but with romantic self-pity. Kate Bush performs the song alone at her piano. She uses the voice of a little girl and sounds too young to have had any sexual experience - the effect is initially titillating, her experience is being described for our sexual interest. But both her vocal and her piano lines are disrupted, swooping, unsteady; the song does not have a regular melodic or rhythmic structure, even in the chorus, with its lyrical invocation of sexual urgency. Kate Bush sings the lyrics with an unsettling stress - the words that are emphasised are 'nervous', 'desperate', 'nobody else'. The effect of the performance is to make its listeners voyeurs, but what we are led to consider is not a pair of lovers, but an adolescent sexual fantasy. The music contradicts the enjoyment that the lyrics assert. Kate Bush's aesthetic intentions are denied by the musical conventions she uses" (Taking Popular Music Seriously, Frith, 2007; pp.54-55).
"[The] Kick Inside (1978), a terrifying personal diary, and The Dreaming (1982), the ultimate testament of her eccentric, lush, futuristic sound, represented the two poles of her work. The Freudian travelogue of Hounds Of Love (1985), fueled by even denser orchestration, ended twenty years later with the philosophical meditation of Aerial (2005), mostly hushed by intimate chamber textures." The History of Rock Music, Scaruffi. - www.scaruffi.com/history/cpt37.html
The Spider and the Fly Mary Howitt (1799-1888)
Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly, 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there." Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
My passion always wins. So keep on a-moving in. So keep on a-tuning in...
Passion always wins the fight; Passion ravishes all; You pass the night on the soft cheeks of a girl; You wander over the sea and visit the Haunts of those who live in the wild. No immortal can escape you, Nor that creature of a day - man. All who are passion's slaves are mad.
You tear the just away from justice Into violence; It is you who have stirred up this fight between blood relatives. Passion is always victorious; it flashes from the eyes Of the beautiful bride as she is taken to bed. The goddess Aphrodite has her throne next to the mighty laws. When she plays her game with you, She will win!