Η μη πολιτικά ορθή Φαντασία της Kate Bush ακολουθεί τις σκέψεις ενός εμβρύου [!] στην [μη] ασφάλεια της μήτρας. Οι σκέψεις περιστρέφονται γύρω από τη ραδιενεργό σκόνη [έχει προηγηθεί πυρηνική έκρηξη για την οποία το έμβρυο είναι ενήμερο] και τους δηλητηριασμένους από τη νικοτίνη πνεύμονες της μητέρας.
Το τραγούδι, από το άλμπουμ Never For Ever είναι από τα αγαπημένα της ίδιας της συνθέτιδας.

Kate Bush’s politically incorrect Fantasy follows the thoughts of a fetus [!] in the [non] safety of the womb. Thoughts revolve around radioactive dust [there ’s been a nuclear explosion of which the fetus is aware] and the nicotine-poisoned lungs of the mother.
The song, from the album Never For Ever, is among the composer’s own favorites.

Outside gets inside
Ooh-ooh, through her skin
I’ve been out before
But this time it’s much safer in
Last night in the sky
Ooh-ooh, such a bright light
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to keep
Breathing (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing my mother in (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing my beloved in (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing her nicotine (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing the fall (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in
We’ve lost our chance
We’re the first and last, ooh
After the blast, chips of plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung
I love my beloved, ooh
All and everywhere
Only the fools blew it
You and me knew life itself is
Breathing (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing my mother in (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing my beloved in (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing her nicotine (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing the fall (out, in, out, in, out, in)
Out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in
Out, in, out, in, out, in, out
Out, out, out, out
Difference between a small nuclear explosion
And a large one by a very simple method
The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash
That is far more dazzling than any light on earth
Brighter even than the sun itself
And it is by the duration of this flash
That we are able to determine the size of the weapon (what are we going to do without?)
After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise
Sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things
Around the area of the explosion
And as this ascends, it soon becomes recognizable
As the familiar mushroom cloud
As a demonstration of the flash duration test
Let’s try and count the number of seconds for the flash
Emitted by a very small bomb then a more substantial, medium sized bomb
And finally, one of our very powerful high yield bombs
What are we going to do without? (Ooh, please)
What are we going to do without? (Oh, let me breathe)
What are we going to do without? (Ooh, quick, breathe in deep)
We are all going to die without (oh, leave me something to breathe)
What are we going to do without? (Oh, leave me something to breathe)
We are all going to die without (oh God, please leave us something to breathe)
What are we going to do without? (Oh, life is)