Possibly a lot more, but this little-known Kate Bush song is one of my favourites, ever since someone lent me a much-cherished copy for safe-keeping.
I'm not one for Christmas music, but this will definately be accompanying the cooking of a large bird, potatoes and brussels sprouts, then echoing through my mind as I walk through the cold streets in search of a nice warm pub.
Parachutes? If you read the lyrics, it probably means something else, but what a better way to think of falling snowflakes?
Christmas! What else?
Possibly a lot more, but this little-known Kate Bush song is one of my favourites, ever since someone lent me a much-cherished copy for safe-keeping.
I'm not one for Christmas music, but this will definately be accompanying the cooking of a large bird, potatoes and brussels sprouts, then echoing through my mind as I walk through the cold streets in search of a nice warm pub.
Parachutes? If you read the lyrics, it probably means something else, but what a better way to think of falling snowflakes?