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Post by Lori on Jul 31, 2003 23:21:15 GMT
"You see, I'm all grown up now"
He said, "Just put your feet down child 'Cause you're all grown up now"
Just like a photograph I pick you up Just like a station on the radio I pick you up Just like a face in the crowd I pick you up Just like a feeling that you're sending out I pick it up But I can't let you go If I let you go You slip into the fog...
This love was big enough for the both of us This love of yours was big enough to be frightened of It's deep and dark, like the water was The day I learned to swim
He said "Just put your feet down, child
"Just put your feet down child The water is only waist high I'll let go of you gently Then you can swim to me"
Is this love big enough to watch over me? Big enough to let go of me Without hurting me Like the day I learned to swim?
"'Cause you're all grown up now
Just put your feet down, child The water is only waist high I'll let go of you gently Then you can swim to me"
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Post by brillo69 on Jun 12, 2004 22:09:09 GMT
You see, I’m all grown up now.
He said, Just put your feet down child, ’cause you’re all grown up now.
Just like a photograph, I pick you up. Just like a station on the radio, I pick you up. Just like a face in the crowd, I pick you up. Just like a feeling that you’re sending out, I pick it up. But I can’t let you go. If I let you go, You slip into the fog...
This love was big enough for the both of us. This love of yours was big enough to be frightened of. It’s deep and dark, like the water was, The day I learned to swim.
He said, Just put your feet down, child.
Just put your feet down child, The water is only waist high. I’ll let go of you gently, Then you can swim to me.
Is this love big enough to watch over me? Big enough to let go of me Without hurting me, Like the day I learned to swim?
’cause you’re all grown up now.
Just put your feet down, child, The water is only waist high. I’ll let go of you gently, Then you can swim to me.
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Post by Al Truest on Oct 24, 2004 20:34:49 GMT
This one of my favorites - and greatly underappreciated. Please listen to this one closely, especially the string arrangement, and then post your thoughts.
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Post by Xanadu on Oct 25, 2004 20:20:52 GMT
I also adore this song Al. I think it is an especially important and touching fact that she uses her father in the song. Do you think this is really quite personal, or just an observation about parent/child relationships? It very simply and beautifully illustrates the difficulty parents have letting go of their children as the grow, and how the child is to relate as adults to their parents. A healthy relationship has to be the most rare to achieve, which aspects to honor and cherish, and which to let pass. This sentiment of this song haunts me whenever I hear it, but I still love it. You know, I am attracted to the more painful/melancholy of her sentiments.
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Post by Gelid on Nov 8, 2004 5:02:49 GMT
You know, I am attracted to the more painful/melancholy of her sentiments. Kindred Spirits, you and I. Grimm.
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Post by orangeman on Jun 21, 2006 18:01:35 GMT
I have read reviews that hinted that this song was incestuous. One reviewer used the phrase..."Does she know what she's saying?" Well, being fans of Kate, we KNOW the answer to that one. Kate doesn't let a note slip past her, let alone a theme or cryptic meaning. So what about it? I like and respect the Bush family, but being Pagans, might they have certain beliefs that might not square with Judeo-Christian morality? Her early songs did seem to show a great degree of sexual content. Was that from experience or just adolescent conjecture? I have also heard interviewers comment that it seemed that Kate was never really with you when she was talking with you. To me that hints of defense mechanisms adopted to deal with abuse. I don't mean to cast aspersions, but it is a topic I've never seen fully explored. Sort of the elephant in the room. I can understand why too. If its not true no one wants to be guilty of bringing up something of this nature. Then again, no one wants to find out its true. Does anyone have any feelings on the subject?
As for the song...I love it. The first time she sings "you slip into the fog", followed by the orchestral swell might be the most beautiful passage in any of her songs.
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Post by Adey on Jun 22, 2006 12:09:41 GMT
Kate has approached incest lyrically before, as we know from the The Kick Inside. I dont count Infant Kiss..
I think it's quite a stretch to consider The Fog as another example. We live in ugly times and it's becoming very hard to refer to the love we have for a parent (or a child) without the risk of misinterpretation. Most regretable.
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orangeman
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Post by orangeman on Jun 22, 2006 15:02:36 GMT
Kate has approached incest lyrically before, as we know from the The Kick Inside. I dont count Infant Kiss.. I think it's quite a stretch to consider The Fog as another example. We live in ugly times and it's becoming very hard to refer to the love we have for a parent (or a child) without the risk of misinterpretation. Most regretable. You speak the truth.
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Post by mizzshy on Jun 23, 2006 18:50:06 GMT
You don't think it's incest do you??? It used to be so simple for me...
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Post by CopyOfCpt (just say Cor) on Jun 28, 2006 15:56:01 GMT
You don't think it's incest do you??? It used to be so simple for me... Actually in a radio interview she referred to her memories of her father teaching her swimming and overcoming fear of drowning. Learning to trust the judgement of her father and at the same time letting her father say: "you're grown up now, make your own stand".
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Post by mizzshy on Jun 30, 2006 19:34:21 GMT
Sooo... I'll take that as a no then...
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Post by W.HI.P on Sept 18, 2006 21:09:26 GMT
the strings in this one
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Post by Al Truest on Sept 18, 2006 21:49:21 GMT
I absolutely love this aspect of the song...the building cello and the crescendo of the violin combine for a beautiful experience.
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Post by tannis on Nov 26, 2007 17:06:12 GMT
THE FOG KB: "It's about trying to grow up. Growing up for most people is just trying to stop escaping, looking at things inside yourself rather than outside. But I'm not sure if people ever grow up properly. It's a continual process, growing in a positive sense." NME, "In the Realm of the Senses " (1989)gaffa.org/reaching/i89_nme2.htmlThe music rolls around like an enveloping fog... You lose yourself in this song...
Maybe a song about trauma-recovery. Trauma can 'burn the library' - destroy confidence and knowledge skills. Imagine 'surviving' an underground bomb attack, and then being hounded by panic attacks when taking the subway. Trauma can cause psychological regression. The adult becomes the night-frightened child... 'After an initial deep split the tremors can go on indefinitely...'I wonder if 'The Fog' off 'The Sensual World'--was that originally written for 'The Ninth Wave'? Because I feel there is a similarity between that and 'The Ninth Wave'? KB: "Yes, I think you're very right. It does sound like a song that's come from that side. It wasn't written as part of 'The Ninth Wave', but it was probably one of the first songs that I wrote for 'The Sensual World' album. And it's when you hit moments like that that you think, 'Well, I haven't quite found where this next album is meant to be.' Because I--I worry if it's sounding like the last album. In a way there's a natural sense for you to want to just carry on writing in the same style of writing that you did before. And uh, I really feel each album should be somehow a new expression of something. But yes, I thought that, too." I don't think it sounds anything like 'The Ninth Wave', it's just theme of the girl trying to swim... KB: "It is, it's a lot of water imagery again. Uh, I felt that, when I was writing it, that it was...And I think in some ways I haven't really let go of 'The Ninth Wave'. Maybe this is it. The song is about letting go, so..." Convention 1990gaffa.org/dreaming/chat_90.htmlThe opening lines recall the child's thrilling wave of transition... A 'remembrance of things past' ... Learning to swim as a rite of passage into adulthood... The world promises reassurance and excitement... But the post-traumatised (post-The Ninth Wave) adult feels vague, distant, detached, cast out, "uncanny" (à la Freud)... the world is familiar yet foreign... cognitive shock, panic, fear of the (un)familiar, a bad trip... "I can't let you go..." ... The Fog is threatening, dangerous, disarming... And trauma can shroud 'the everyday' in fog... a fog that envelopes perceptions, distorts reality, and alienates one from oneself and others...
Emotional trauma can shatter/expand one's sense of self... Grief reveals just how necessary a relationship is or had become; how deep, dark and vast it had (always) been... We can 'see' the drowning-potential of water but not always of relationships... When one embarks on a relationship, one doesn't necessarily perceive its dangerous essentiality... Like going for a swim and suddenly finding yourself uncomfortably far out... Alone, and Not waving But drowning...
Maybe the song is about pre-Wedding Day Anxiety; about the father 'giving away' the bride... Maybe the song captures the scary realisation that a relationship risks becoming a vital organ to a (dys?)functioning self... She feels scared of the deep commitment... Her fears of drowning (in the relationship) are surfacing... The big parental dynamic 'defined' her ego (in)security, art, sense of self, etc. And now she fears ego-compromise or creative-castration (à la Plath?)... She must reassure herself, teach and remind herself that she has learned to swim (to and/or away)... Maybe she can let herself go and trust them entirely as she did her father... Or maybe the relationship is becoming too complicated and scary... Flight and Fright!I: Another song from The Sensual World, "The Fog", appears to be on the surface the story of a father teaching his child to swim. Yet there's much more to it than that. KB: Yeah, it's very much using the parallel of the father teaching the child to swim, with a relationship where -- well, when I was taught to swim, my father would take me out into the water and then he'd say, you know, "Swim to me," and you had to sort of let go of his hands and he'd keep stepping away so it was always like you kept going. And the whole process of kind of letting go that I think we have to do throughout life. I think, really, the older I get the more I feel this is what so much of life is about. It's just letting go of all these things that you get caught up in. The idea in the song that things that you're frightened of, quite often, it's the thought of it that's more frightening than the action. It's the idea of the water seeming so deep that you're going to drown if you put your feet down, but actually, if you do put your feet down, the bottom's really close and you can stand up and it will probably only come up to your waist. Everything's all right, you know. I: That song also features dialogue by your father, Dr. Bush. KB: That's right. I: That was just sort of a natural thing, or did you hear that when you were first composing the song? KB: I love using bits of dialogue in music as well. We haven't done too much of that on this album, but I have used my parents and my family and friends before to speak various passages. Obviously in this song, because it was within the context of a father teaching a child to swim, I thought it was -- who else could have done it? Who else? I: Sure. KB: It had to be him. WFNX Boston, 1989gaffa.org/reaching/ir89_fnx.htmlFoggy conditions are frightening. Though the song, The Fog, seems to be full of paternal comfort and reassurance, somehow it still reminds me of Kesey's One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest... "Nobody complains about all the fog. I know why, now: as bad as it is, you can slip back in it and feel safe. That's what McMurphy can't understand, us wanting to be safe. He keeps trying to drag us out of the fog, out in the open where we'd be easy to get at."THE FOG is not "the sweet morning fog" of TMF. On the contrary, "If I let you go You slip into the fog..." suggests something scary and threatening, like the fog lost travellers get lost inside in Hammer Horror films!Kate Bush - The Fogwww.youtube.com/watch?v=_N2OZK1ufXMDialogue: Dr. BushTHE FOG contrasts the child overcoming fear with the child-as-adult who sees/feels too much fear and ego-insecurity. Both face the pull and the push of reaching out...
REACHING OUT celebrates the blind marvel of everything... The Big Bang... The Creation of Adam... Life, the Universe, the Human Condition... and maybe the filial-parental triangle, with its sad, inevitable pattern of discipline, needy clinging and breaking away...
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Post by tannis on Jul 22, 2008 20:29:05 GMT
The Fog is James Herbert's 1975 horror story about a deadly fog that drives its victims insane when they come into contact with it. It is Herbert's second book and is completely unrelated to the 1980 John Carpenter film of the same name. The book caused much stir on its release because of its gruesome deaths and its explicit sexual references throughout. John Holman is a worker for the Department of the Environment investigating a Ministry of Defence base in a small rural village. An unexpected earthquake swallows his car releasing a fog that had been trapped underground for many years. An insane Holman is pulled up from the crack, a product of the deadly fog. Soon the fog shifts and travels as though it has a mind of its own, turning those unfortunate enough to come across it into homicidal/suicidal maniacs who kill without remorse, and often worse. Even respectable figures such as teachers and priests engage in illicit sexual violence such as paedophilia and public urination. Soon a bigger problem is discovered - the fog is multiplying in size and nothing seems to be able to stop it. Entire villages and cities are in danger and the only chance left is to use the treated and immunized John Holman to take on the fog from the inside where who knows what awaits him. The main themes that are explored are government and military incompetence - these being the reason for the fog's existence, the fog itself being an old self-producing chemical weapon that was buried underground and released during an underground explosion caused by the military while testing arms. The government are also seen to try and cover up the fog at a point in the story, to the main character's horror. The Fog (1975 novel)en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fog_%281975_novel%29
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