Kate Bush vs. Public Enemy: derby shows you how to do it oldschool

[derby378]

OK, Kateniks, I know what you're thinking, but give it a read and see what you think:

When you left, the door was slammin'
You left me cold lampin'
I couldn’t stomach the beats you were samplin'
Paused in the doorway
A thought led you astray
Watched in slo-mo as the world took you away
So I ran back into the hall
Checked the doors, locked them all
My crib's now a fortress, y'all
Door in the house, lift descendin'
Hit the landin'
See the hackles on my cat be standin'
How you like me now?
I'm the concierge chez-moi, boo
For love or money
Don't care, 'cause I deny you
My joy is now my fortress of solitude
Barred and bolted
Now I'm down with fortitude
Stranger begone, your feet are estranged
'Cause you played me
Now with my key I belay thee
Washin' the panes
Clean the stains away
On my feet, and I say...
Get out of my house

You come with
Weather hangin' all about you
Knock on my door
But now I'm one with the house, tool
Old as I am
Knows what I done
Deals with my shit
And my mistakes
Of which there's a ton
But now our spine is back
Our attitude exact
There's a fight in this house, take a step back
With my keeper I clean it up
But now I'm crib and keeper
And I seen enough
Pardon my French, but I'm the concierge
Already heard that dirge
So you know how it's gonna go
Tell me it's cold outside, it can get even colder
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here
Washin' the panes, cleanin' the stains
So turn around and beat a retreat
And take your skank-ass feet
Offer me the same ol' cheese
Like I'm Mickey Mouse
But I told you already...
Get out of my house

You're shoutin'
"In, let me in
Little pig let me in
Or I'll blow the house down
And I'll blow you for grins"
But I ain't down with the memories or reveries
Or Devil's dreams of the woman who's my enemy
Haven't you heard?
The bird is the word
So I'll shape-change
Carry the word
Further than it's heard
Turn into the wind
Then I kiss you with ice
Like the chill in my heart
Strong than the song you impart
Scuttle your plans, kill your demands,
Won't pick your locks, 'cause I'm a man who
Understands
Face toward the wind
Hold your sin up for riducule
I change into the Mule
And I become the Mule
And I become, become, become the motherfuckin' Mule

Two to the double-ought six, do you understand?
derby breaks it all down oldschool for the Mules and the tools
Kickin' it like a Democrat
Not an aristocrat
'Cause I am Underground, bloodhound
Hounds of Love and Anger in the house
Katie, pick this up on your Aerial, baby...

Out.

:evilgrin:

[TommyO]

1. Get Out of My House!

Launching iTunes, need to hear Kate....

[derby378]

2. "Must...cleanse...palate..."

As Borat might say, "What? You no like?"

:evilgrin: :hi: