Kate Bush - A Coral Room Lyrics






There's a city, draped in net
Fisherman net
And in the half light, in the half light
It looks like every tower
Is covered in webs
Moving and glistening and rocking
It's babies in rhythm
As the spider of time is climbing
Over the ruins

There were hundreds of people living here
Sails at the windows
And the planes came crashing down
And many a pilot drowned
And the speed boats flying above
Put your hand over the side of the boat
What do you feel?

My mother and her little brown jug
It held her milk
And now it holds our memories
I can hear her singing
"Little brown jug don't I love thee"
"Little brown jug don't I love thee"
Ho ho ho, hee hee hee

I hear her laughing
She is standing in the kitchen
As we come in the back door
See it fall
See it fall
Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug
And the pieces will lay there a while
In a house draped in net
In a room filled with coral
Sails at the window
Forests of masts
Put your hand over the side of the boat
Put your hand over the side of the boat
What do you feel?





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  1. r.... ....

    This takes me to places I didn't know existed. She is what I ache to be.

  2. Z.... M....

    I'll commit a cross-link here, combined with that program with Mick Aston from 1991, this beautiful song really moistens your eyes.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eykpQ6TNFYs

  3. r.... ....

    Thank you, Kate, just, thank you, for every emotion I feel with your music.

  4. T.... H....

    We need more of this in the world 💞

  5. A.... D....

    There's a city, draped in net
    Fisherman net
    And in the half light, in the half light
    It looks like every tower
    Is covered in webs
    Moving and glistening and rocking
    It's babies in rhythm
    As the spider of time is climbing
    Over the ruins
    There were hundreds of people living here
    Sails at the windows
    And the planes came crashing down
    And many a pilot drowned
    And the speed boats flying above
    Put your hand over the side of the boat
    What do you feel?
    My mother and her little brown jug
    It held her milk
    And now it holds our memories
    I can hear her singing
    "Little brown jug don't I love thee"
    "Little brown jug don't I love thee"
    Ho ho ho, hee hee hee
    I hear her laughing
    She is standing in the kitchen
    As we come in the back door
    See it fall
    See it fall
    Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug
    And the pieces will lay there a while
    In a house draped in net
    In a room filled with coral
    Sails at the window
    Forests of masts
    Put your hand over the side of the boat
    Put your hand over the side of the boat
    What do you feel?

  6. D.... S....

    Kate Bush is a genuine genius.

  7. a.... b....

    Sublime