 Kate Bush
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50 Words for Snow
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(2014-03-09) |
Date released: 2011-11-21 Type: studio In collection: CD (2011-11-22)Average track length: 09:19 Average track rating:  |
Ranking
Kate Bush:
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9
Year (2011):
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31
Decade (2010's):
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243
Overall:
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2711 |
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Review
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My initial thought when I first listened to 50 Words for Snow was that it was more of the type of songs Kate Bush gave us on her last proper studio album, Aerial, which isn't a bad album, but one that lacks the magic of her 1980's work.
Already by the second time I listened to this album I was overwhelmed by its dense emotions. By the third song, Misty, it almost became too much to bear. The arrangements, that seemed so simplistic at first, are as dense as the emotions and the lyrics.
Granted, it feels weird to hear Elton John on a Kate Bush album, but Snowed In at Wheeler Street is one of the highlights. Another one is the wonderfully strange title track with renaissance man Stephen Fry reciting 50 Words of Snow while Kate Bush cheers him on. It just doesn't get more whimsical than that.
I've always dreamed of a new The Dreaming from Kate Bush. My expectations when she released Aerial were high and I felt that she didn't deliver. Upon hearing 50 Words for Snow not only do I not want her to attempt to write another The Dreaming, I really don't think that she would be able to. Not that she isn't just as great a songwriter or singer now, but simply because it is obvious that Kate Bush is doing exactly what she is supposed to do at this point in her life. And she is doing it brilliantly.
[ML, 2012-02-04] |
Tracks
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1 lyrics  09:48 | 2 lyrics  11:08 | 3 lyrics 13:32 | 4 lyrics 07:17 | 5 lyrics 08:05 | 6 lyrics 08:31 | 7 lyrics  06:49 | Total time: 01:05:10 |
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Credits
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Artist
 Kate Bush (53)vocals, piano (1–3, 5, 7), backing vocals (4), bass guitar (1), keyboards (4–6) Session works
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Lyrics
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Snowflake 09:48 |
I was born in a cloud...
Now I am falling.
I want you to catch me.
Look up and you'll see me.
You know you can hear me.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
We're over a forest.
There's millions of snowflakes.
We're dancing.
The world is so loud. Keep falling and I'll find you.
I am ice and dust. I am sky.
I can see horses wading through snowdrifts.
My broken hearts, my fabulous dances.
My fleeting song, fleeting.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
My broken hearts, my fabulous dance.
My fleeting song.
My twist and shout.
I am ice and dust and light. I am sky and here.
I can hear people.
I think you are near me now.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
We're over a forest.
It's midnight at Christmas.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
I think I can see you.
There's your long, white neck.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
Now I am falling.
Look up and you'll see me.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
In a moment or two.
I'll be with you.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
Be ready to catch me.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you. |
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Lake Tahoe 11:08 |
Lake Tahoe.
Cold mountain water. Don't ever swim there.
Just stand on the edge and look in there.
And you might see a woman down there.
They say some days, up she comes, up she rises, as if out of nowhere.
Wearing Victorian dress.
She was calling her pet, "Snowflake! Snowflake!"
Tumbling like a cloud that has drowned in the lake.
Just like a poor, porcelain doll...
Her eyes are open but no-one's home.
The clock has stopped.
So long she's gone.
No-one's home.
Her old dog is sleeping.
His legs are frail now.
But when he dreams,
He runs...
Along long beaches and sticky fields.
Through the Spooky Wood looking for her.
The beds are made. The table is laid.
The door is open - someone is calling: It's a woman.
"Here boy, here boy! You've come home!
I've got an old bone and a biscuit and so much love.
Miss me? Did you miss me?
Here's the kitchen - There's your basket.
Here's the hall - That's where you wait for me.
Here's the bedroom - You're not allowed in there.
Here's my lap - That's where you lay your head.
Here boy, oh you're a good boy.
You've come home.
You've come home." |
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Misty 13:32 |
Roll his body.
Give him eyes.
Make him smile for me,
Give him life.
My hand is bleeding, I run back inside.
I turn off the light,
Switch on a starry night.
My window flies open.
My bedroom fills with falling snow,
Should be a dream but I'm not sleepy.
I see his snowy white face but I'm not afraid.
He lies down beside me.
So cold next to me.
I can feel him melting in my hand.
Melting, in my hand.
He won't speak to me.
His crooked mouth is full of dead leaves.
Full of dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden,
crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn.
He is dissolving, dissolving before me and dawn will come soon.
What kind of spirit is this?
Our one and only tryst.
His breath all misty,
And when I kiss his ice-cream lips
And his creamy skin,
His snowy white arms surround me.
So cold next to me.
I can feel him melting in my hand.
Melting, melting, in my hand.
Sunday morning.
I can't find him.
The sheets are soaking
And on my pillow:
Dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden,
crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn.
I can't find him - Misty..
Oh please can you help me?
He must be somewhere.
Open window closing,
Oh but wait, it's still snowing.
If you're out there,
I'm coming out on the ledge.
I'm going out on the ledge. |
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Wildman 07:17 |
They called you an animal
The Kangchenjumga demon
Wild man
Metoh-kangmi
Lying in my tent
I can hear your cry
Echoing 'round the mountainside
You sound lonely
While crossing the Lhakpa La
Something jumped down from the rock
In the remote Garo Hills by Dipu Marak
We found footprints in the snow
The schoolmaster of Darjeeling said
He saw you by the Tengboche monastery
You were playing in the snow
You were banging on the doors
You got up on the roof
Roof of the world
You were pulling up the rhododendrons
Loping down the mountain
They want to know you
They will hunt you down
Then they will kill you
Run away, run away
Run away
While crossing the Lhakpa La
Something jumped down from the rock
In the remote Garo Hills by Dipu Marak
We found footprints in the snow
We found your footprints in the snow
We brushed them all away
From the sherpas of Annapurna
To the rinpoche of Qinghai
Shepherds from Mount Kailash to Himachel Pradesh
Found footprints in the snow
You're not a Langur monkey
Nor a big, brown bear
You're the wild man
They say they saw you drowned
Near the Rongbuk glacier
They wanna hunt you down
You're not an animal
The lamas say
You're not an animal |
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Snowed In at Wheeler Street 08:05 |
Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you but don't I know you?
There's just something about you. Haven't we met before?
We've been in love forever.
When we got to the top of the hill we saw Rome burning.
I just let you walk away. I've never forgiven myself.
I saw you on the steps in Paris, you were with someone else.
Couldn't you see that should've been me? I just walked on by.
Then we met in '42 but we were on different sides.
I hid you under my bed but they took you away.
I lost you in a London smog as you crossed the lane.
I never know where you're gonna be next but I know that you'll surprise me.
Come with me, I'll find some rope and I'll tie us together.
I've been waiting for you so long, I don't want to lose you again.
Don't walk into the crowd again. Don't walk away again.
I don't want to lose you.
I don't want to lose you.
I don't want to lose you again.
There's just something about you.
Have we been in love forever?
9.11 in New York, I took your photograph.
I still have your smiling face... In a heart-shaped frame.
Snowed in at Wheeler street, just two old flames keeping the fire going.
We look so good together.
Can't we just stay there forever? We were so happy.
I'd live that day over and over but the world won't stop turning.
When we got to the top of the hill we saw Rome burning.
I don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose you again.
Don't walk away again. Don't leave me lost again.
I don't want to lose you.
I don't want to lose you.
I don't want to lose you again.
I don't want to lose you.
I don't want to lose you.
I don't want to lose you again.
Oh no, not again!
Not again! |
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50 Words for Snow 08:31 |
1 drifting
2 twisting
3 whiteout
4 blackbird braille
5 Wenceslasaire
6 avalanche
Come on man, you've got 44 to go,
come on man, you've got 44 to go.
Come on man, you've got 44 to go,
come on man, you've got 44 to go.
7 swans-a-melting
8 deamondi-pavlova
9 eiderfalls
10 Santanyeroofdikov
11 stellatundra
12 hunter's dream
13 faloop'njoompoola
14 zebranivem
15 spangladasha
16 albadune
17 hironocrashka
18 hooded-wept
Come on Joe, you've got 32 to go,
come on Joe, you've got 32 to go.
Come on now, you've got 32 to go,
come on now, you've got 32 to go.
Don't you know it's not just the Eskimo.
Let me hear your 50 words for snow.
19 phlegm de neige
20 mountainsob
21 anklebreaker
22 erase-o-dust
23 shnamistoflopp'n
24 terrablizza
25 whirlissimo
26 vanilla swarm
27 icyskidski
28 robber's veil
Come on Joe, just 22 to go,
come on Joe, just 22 to go.
Come on Joe, just you and the Eskimos,
Come on now, just 22 to go.
Come on now, just 22 to go,
Let me hear your 50 words for snow.
29 creaky-creaky
30 psychohail
31 whippoccino
32 shimmerglisten
33 Zhivagodamarbletash
34 sorbetdeluge
35 sleetspoot'n
36 melt-o-blast
37 slipperella
38 boomerangablanca
39 groundberry down
40 meringuerpeaks
41 crème-bouffant
42 peDtaH 'ej chIS qo'
43 deep'nhidden
44 bad for trains
45 shovelcrusted
46 anechoic
47 blown from polar fur
48 vanishing world
49 mistraldespair
50 snow. |
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Among Angels 06:49 |
Only you can do something about it.
There's no-one there, my friend, any better.
I might know what you mean when you say you fall apart.
Aren't we all the same? In and out of doubt.
I can see angels standing around you.
They shimmer like mirrors in Summer.
But you don't know it.
And they will carry you o'er the walls.
If you need us, just call.
Rest your weary world in their hands.
Lay your broken laugh at their feet.
I can see angels around you.
They shimmer like mirrors in Summer.
There's someone who's loved you forever but you don't know it.
You might feel it and just not show it. |
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