Love and Anger by Kate Bush<\/p>\n
It lay buried here. It lay deep inside me. Tell you what I’m feeling, Take away the love and the anger, If you can’t tell your sister, To let go of these feelings Take away the love and the anger, We’re building a house of the future together. Well, if it’s so deep you don’t think that you can speak about it, <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Love and Anger by Kate Bush It lay buried here. It lay deep inside me. It’s so deep I don’t think that I can speak about it. It could take me all of my life, But it would only take a moment to Tell you what I’m feeling, But I don’t know if I’m ready […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[25,24,9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/174"}],"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=174"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/174\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=174"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=174"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seze.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=174"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIt’s so deep I don’t think that I can speak about it.
\nIt could take me all of my life,
\nBut it would only take a moment to<\/p>\n
\nBut I don’t know if I’m ready yet.
\nYou come walking into this room
\nLike you’re walking into my arms.
\nWhat would I do without you?<\/p>\n
\nAnd a little piece of hope holding us together.
\nLooking for a moment that’ll never happen,
\nLiving in the gap between past and future.
\nTake away the stone and the timber,
\nAnd a little piece of rope won’t hold it together.<\/p>\n
\nIf you can’t tell a priest,
\n‘Cause it’s so deep you don’t think that you can speak about it
\nTo anyone,
\nCan you tell it to your heart?
\nCan you find it in your heart<\/p>\n
\nLike a bell to a Southerly wind?
\nWe could be like two strings beating,
\nSpeaking in sympathy…
\nWhat would we do without you?
\nTwo strings speak in sympathy.<\/p>\n
\nAnd a little piece of hope holding us together.
\nLooking for a moment that’ll never happen,
\nLiving in the gap between past and future.
\nTake away the stone and the timber,
\nAnd a little piece of rope won’t hold it together.<\/p>\n
\n(What would we do without you?)<\/p>\n
\nJust remember to reach out and touch the past and the future.
\nWell, if it’s so deep you don’t think you can speak about it,
\nDon’t ever think that you can’t change the past and the future.
\nYou might not, not think so now,
\nBut just you wait and see–someone will come to help you.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n