Kate Bush wanted to call it “A Deal with God.” Just that. Then EMI got nervous. A title with “God” in it, they worried, might not get played on the radio in a fair few countries, places where a word could quietly cost you the airwaves. So she compromised. The phrase that opens the song became the official name, and the title she actually wrote got folded back into brackets, a subtitle, a parenthesis. She still calls it by the original name. She always has. The deal is right there in the title, and the bracket is the scar from the argument over whether she could say it out loud.
It is worth sitting with that for a second, because the whole song is a bargain. A pact. Two people who cannot understand each other, and a desperate proposal to fix that, addressed to the one party who might be able to broker it. What gets offered up in that trade is the thing the song builds toward, and it is stranger and more tender than the title lets on. Hold that thought until you reach it.
A bargain with God, sung to a drum part she made up out loud.
What you might not guess from the size of the sound is how small the room was. Bush built much of this with one other person, Del Palmer, her partner and engineer. She did not write out the drum part on paper. She sang it. Out loud, the rhythm she heard in her head, and Palmer sat there and programmed it note by note into a LinnDrum until the machine played back the thing she had hummed. That galloping pulse under everything, the one that never lets up, started as a woman singing a beat across a room to the person she lived with.
And then there is the sound that lifts the whole thing skyward, the part that turns a tense, driving track into something that aches. It feels enormous. It feels like a room full of players. Where it actually comes from is its own quiet surprise, and once you know, you cannot unhear it. That is the trick of this record: it sounds like a budget and a choir, and it was mostly two people and a machine.
Released in August 1985, it went to No. 3 at home and only No. 30 in the States. The numbers tell you it did well. They do not tell you what happened to it later. That is a whole other story.
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“You always heard this as one lover's desperate plea.”
It is not a plea. Kate Bush wrote it about two lovers striking a bargain with God to swap places: to trade genders, to live inside each other's body for a while, so each could finally feel what the other feels and stop the misunderstandings between them. "Running up that hill" is the deal being made, not a lover chasing someone down. The whole song is one person asking to become the other.
“That soaring orchestral hook is the sound of a string section.”
There is no string section. The huge, aching line that carries the whole song is a single cello note, sampled into a Fairlight, a 1980s digital synth, and played from a keyboard. One recorded cello stroke, retriggered. The orchestra you've always heard swelling underneath Kate Bush doesn't exist; it's one note wearing the costume of a hundred. Listen again and you can hear it isn't bowing. It's pressing.
“A 2022 No. 1 means the song was freshly recorded that year.”
Not a single new note was recorded. The version that hit UK No. 1 in June 2022, after Stranger Things used it, is the exact 1985 master Kate Bush made at 27. It set three Guinness World Records in one go: longest climb to a UK No. 1 (36 years and 310 days), longest gap between an artist's UK No. 1 singles (44 years), and oldest woman ever to top the chart, Bush at 63. The same recording. Thirty-seven years apart.
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