The Empty Bullring
Kate Bush Lyrics


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Disappears through a window
Out of my mind
Trying to keep him at home
Out and to roam
In the early hours
Leaving me here
Like Tamlaine in her Tower
You are going
To the empty bullring
Taking your red cloak
To regain something

Oh, you rolling matador
Kill in your eyes
For the toro
That shut the door
To glory and gore
The throw of the rose
It's all you lived for
But you've lost it all

Your red streak
On the plot where many feet
Left it incomplete
But you kept the meaning
You feel him charge again
And you feel him cut you down
Right on the spot
Where you thought
You were ground for good
These flights of fantasy
Make your wounds more sore
But you've every right
To even grab at the last straw
Oh, Lord

Oh, you rolling matador
Kill in your eyes
For the toro
That shut the door
To glory and gore
The throw of the rose




It's all you lived for
But you've lost it all

Overall Meaning

The song "The Empty Bullring" by Kate Bush is a dramatic and emotionally charged ballad. The lyrics touch on themes of loss, desperation, and acceptance of defeat. The song tells the story of a matador who has lost his passion and purpose, and is now trying to regain it. At the beginning of the song, he appears to be leaving his home (and possibly his loved one) in search of something more. The reference to Tam Lin in her Tower suggests a fairy tale or mythological reference, adding to the sense of epic storytelling.


As the song progresses, we see the matador in action. He has "kill in his eyes" as he faces off against the toro that has shut the door to glory and gore. The throw of the rose, which is traditionally offered to a successful bullfighter, is all he lived for. But now, he has lost it all. His red streak on the plot where many feet left it incomplete, symbolizing the blood he has shed and the efforts he has made, is now meaningless to him.


The chorus repeats the matador's desire to recapture his glory and kill the toro that has defeated him. The metaphor of the empty bullring represents his sense of loss and emptiness, as well as the arena where he hopes to regain his honor. Overall, the song is a powerful and evocative portrayal of a man struggling to find meaning and purpose in the midst of defeat.


Line by Line Meaning

Disappears through a window
He left without a word


Out of my mind
I can't stop thinking about him


Trying to keep him at home
I want him to stay with me


Out and to roam
He wants to wander


In the early hours
Late at night, when I'm alone


Leaving me here
Abandoned, feeling alone


Like Tamlaine in her Tower
Trapped, like a prisoner


You are going
He's leaving


To the empty bullring
He's going to an empty place, devoid of meaning


Taking your red cloak
Symbolizing his strength and power


To regain something
He's searching for something he's lost


Oh, you rolling matador
Addressing the man as a skilled bullfighter


Kill in your eyes
He's driven by his aggression and desire to win


For the toro
Facing off against the bull


That shut the door
The bull has defeated him


To glory and gore
All the excitement and danger of the arena


The throw of the rose
The celebration of his success


It's all you lived for
The bullfight was his whole life


But you've lost it all
He's thrown it all away for an empty pursuit


Your red streak
His passion and energy


On the plot where many feet
His mark on the bullring, where so many have passed through


Left it incomplete
He's left his life unfinished and unfulfilled


But you kept the meaning
It still holds significance for him


You feel him charge again
He's haunted by his past failures


And you feel him cut you down
He's consumed by self-doubt and regret


Right on the spot
Where he once had glory


Where you thought
His previous sense of pride


You were ground for good
Has now been destroyed


These flights of fantasy
His false hopes and dreams


Make your wounds more sore
Only add to his pain and suffering


But you've every right
He still has a chance to make things right


To even grab at the last straw
To cling to hope, no matter how slim


Oh, Lord
A plea for help




Lyrics Ā© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Kate Bush

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Comments from YouTube:

Brett Lowton

So frustrating that this superb song hasn't been included on the new remastered series.

i keep screaming but god won't answer

Exactly, this and Ran Tan Waltz... It's not even on Spotify...

paul salt

here here , gutted as you , very bizarre call

John Conway

Probably the most amazing thing about Kate Bush is that she can conjure up these highly sophisticated songs using nothing more than her piano and her voice.

Walkin

There's loads of singers with very great technique, you hear it on the tele everyday. But no one else has this kind of magic Kate has. My favorite musicians are all male and mostly guitar players but Kate somehow became my part of my top 3.

Lily

@008Invisibleman šŸ˜‚

Carol Snook

Walkingblues. .mine too...

Eccremocarpus scaber

razrv3lc everyone has their pleasures, but Iā€™ve got to agree with you. A lot of really popular ā€˜quirkyā€™ female singers do the whole Kate thing and just donā€™t do it well. They do their own thing well enough. But itā€™s not that thing that she does.

DatuKaruma

I like Joanna too but nowhere near Kate, singing, songwriting or being an artist in general.

MagicPants

@008Invisibleman LOL. That's not even worth discussing. Joanna is weird for the sake of being weird and hasn't made a sonically pleasing sound in her life lol

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