\nby Kate Bush
\n That November night, looking up into the sky,
\nYou said,<\/em><\/p>\n
“Hey, wish that was me up there– But it seemed to me the saddest thing I’d ever seen, I saw only a stick on fire, I put on my pointed hat Was it me said you were crazy? …and our ears had never before, heard anything this beautiful. Rocket’s Tail by Kate Bush That November night, looking up into the sky, You said, “Hey, wish that was me up there– It’s the biggest rocket I could find, And it’s holding the night in its arms If only for a moment. I can’t see […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[25,18,24,9,23],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=109"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=109"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=109"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=109"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIt’s the biggest rocket I could find,
\nAnd it’s holding the night in its arms
\nIf only for a moment.
\nI can’t see the look in its eyes,
\nBut I’m sure it must be laughing.”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAnd I thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAlone on its journey
\nHome to the quickening ground,
\nWith no one there to catch it.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAnd my black and silver suit,
\nAnd I check my gunpowder pack
\nAnd I strap the stick on my back.
\nAnd, dressed as a rocket on Waterloo Bridge–
\nNobody seems to see me.
\nThen, with the fuse in my hand,
\nAnd now shooting into the night
\nAnd still as a rocket,
\nI land in the river.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI put on my cloudiest suit,
\nSize 5 lightning boots, too.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n‘Cause I am a rocket
\nOn fire.
\nLook at me go, with my tail on fire,
\nWith my tail on fire,
\nOn fire.
\nHey, look at me go, look at me…<\/em><\/p>\n![](\"http:\/\/www.seze.net\/culturevultures\/images\/katebush.jpg\")
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