Kate Bush

columbia now nine times the speed of sound.
roger that, dan, Ive got a solid tacan
Locked on, uh, tacan twenty-three.
the, uh, tracking data, map data and pre-planned
Trajectory are all one line on the block
roger (? ) your (? ) block (? ) decoded (? recorded? )
Hello, earth.
Hello, earth.
With just one hand held up high
I can blot you out,
Out of sight.
Peek-a-boo,
Peek-a-boo, little earth.
With just my heart and my mind
I can be driving,
Driving home,
And you asleep
On the seat.
I get out of my car,
Step into the night
And look up at the sky.
And theres something bright,
Travelling fast.
Look at it go!
Look at it go!
[a mens choral passage in either czekh or russian is sung here.]
(listen!)
Watching storms