The moment when you hear a song on the Radio; it only has 2 lines of lyrics. Then it haunts you for the rest of your day.
Ahh finally, a moment where my brain finds a song, whilst I am humming to myself. It is Kate Bush -“wuthering heights!” The irony!
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.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.Heathcliff, it’s me–Cathy.
Come home. I’m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.Heathcliff, it’s me–Cathy.
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 the lot
Falls through without you.
I’m coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.
A classic novel. Does anyone else find Emily Brontë – “Wuthering heights” really morbid?
I sat reading it once, feeling a slight chill – so yes – I feel that Kate Bush has actually done dear Heathcliff some justice.
Heathcliff was an unfortunate man. It would be nice to know if men spend their days yearning. However, I feel Emily Brontë didn’t have writers discretion.
I begin the dialogue of questions in my head:
– Maybe I have not seen many men behave in this manner in this day and age?
– Perhaps, I feel I am not accustomed to yearning from a males perspective? Although – it has made me appreciate the thoughts behind it.
Weird and Wonderful 