WebKittyn Warbles

Alright, I admit right off the start that I am biased against my own gender. There are few female singers I truly respect, there are few female actresses I think are worth their weight in silicon, there are few female authors I think can write worth a damn and so on.

In a world where the howling yowls of an Amy Lee are considered Grammy award winning quality, I find myself justified in my disdain for women. I mean, have you ever listened to her speak in an interview? She's dumb as a doorknob and she doesn't sing, she howls the same insipid save me from myself, help me crap over and over.. The horror. The horror..

Two words: Kate Bush.

There isn't anyone out there today (with the possible exception of Bjork) who has the range Kate Bush had. She didn't just sing, she evoked every emotion possible and she nailed you with the high notes.

Music has always been such an important part of my life, I think some of my spirit dies when I don't have music. I've dedicated countless songs to people who matter in my life and it's a big thing for me, music speaks the words so perfectly and it's a personal thing to hear a song and be reminded of someone..

Kate Bush has one song that to me is everything 'love' and 'passion' are supposed to be. If someone asked me to explain what I think love and passion are, I would point them to Kate Bush and tell them to listen to Wuthering Heights. Every time I listen to it I get chills down to my core and I close my eyes and I feel the song. That's power. That's what it's all about. That's music.

This is Wuthering Heights. Go download it.

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night.
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I�m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I�m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find a lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I�m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I�m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I�m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I�m so cold!

Heathcliff, it's me--I'm Cathy
I've come home. I'm so cold!