- 50 WORDS FOR SNOW -  


 

 

    

 

 
Snowflake ¨ Lake Tahoe
Misty

Wild Man ¨ Snowed In At Wheeler Street
50 Words For Snow ¨ Among Angels
 
 
 

Credits

Written & Produced by Kate

Published by Noble & Brite Ltd.

Recorded by Del Palmer
Additional recording by Stephen W. Tayler

Mixed by Stephen W. Tayler
Assisted by Stanley Gabriel
Many thanks to Del Palmer for his input
Additional assistants: Jim Jones, Robert Houston,
Patrick Phillips & Kris Burton

Mastered by Doug Sax & James Guthrie
Assisted by Eric Boulanger

Orchestral arrangements by Jonathan Tunick
Orchestra conducted by Jonathan Tunick

Orchestral sessions recorded at Abbey Road Studios
Recorded by Simon Rhodes
Assisted by Chris Bolster & John Barrett

Elton John appears courtesy of Mercury Records Ltd.

Images created by Robert Allsopp
Model making by Robert Allsopp & Associates
Costume: Hazel Pethig
Key sculptor: Ogura Takahiro
Mould technicians: Tamzine Hanks, John Eldred Tooby, Max Payne,
Chris Jack, Fred Rosin, Anne Cartwright, Simon Warren
On set snow stand-by: Victoria Burton
Model for 'Among Angels': Mirek Holak

Album design: Kate & Peacock
Visual concepts & direction by Kate
Photography: Trevor Leighton
Assisted by Michaela Letang & Ollie Warren

Many thanks to: Mark Thompson, Jim Jones, Ian Sylvester, George Gilbert,
Colette Barber, Leigh Tunick, David Hage,Isobel Griffiths, Gary Briley,
Jackie & Gill, John McCarthy, Michael Wood & Deane Cameron

Special thanks to: Dan & Bertie, Hazel Pethig, James Guthrie, Stuart Crouch,
Keith Peacock, Murray Chalmers, Geoff Jukes, Russell Roberts, Brad Gelfond,
Pat Savage, Matthieu Lauriot Prevost, Barney Wragg, Remi Butler

* Intergalactic thanks to Marc Okrand:
linguist, scholar & creator of the Klingon language - qatlho'

Very special thanks to David Munns

 
 


Snowflake - Lead Vocal: Albert McIntosh; Chorus Vocal: Kate; Drums: Steve Gadd;
Bass: Del Palmer; Guitars: Dan McIntosh; Piano & Basses: Kate
Lake Tahoe - Featured Vocals: Stefan Roberts & Michael Wood; Drums: Steve Gadd;
Piano: Kate; With special thanks to James
Misty - Drums: Steve Gadd; Bass: Danny Thompson; Guitars: Dan McIntosh;
Piano: Kate; Special thanks to Joel for his guitar
Wild Man - Drums: Steve Gadd; Bass: John Giblin; Featured Vocals: Andy Fairweather Low;
Bells: Del Palmer; Guitars: Dan McIntosh; Keyboards & Backing Vocals: Kate
Snowed In At Wheeler Street - Featured Vocal: Elton John; Drums: Steve Gadd;
Bass: John Giblin; Guitars: Dan McIntosh; Piano & Keyboards: Kate
50 Words For Snow - Prof. Joseph Yupik: Stephen Fry; Drums: Steve Gadd;
Bass: John Giblin; Guitars: Dan McIntosh; Keyboards: Kate
Among Angels - Piano: Kate

 

 
 
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Snowflake
(Written by Kate Bush)

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.
Lake Tahoe
(Written by Kate Bush)

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."
Misty
(Written by Kate Bush)

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.
Wild Man
(Written by Kate Bush)

They call you an animal, the Kangchenjunga 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 rocks.
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 rhodedendrons. 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 rocks.
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 Himachal 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 want to hunt you down. You’re not an animal.
The Lamas say you’re not an animal.
Snowed In At Wheeler Street
(Written by Kate Bush)

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!
Oh no, not again!
Not again!
Not again!
Never again!
50 Words For Snow
(Written by Kate Bush)

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 creme-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.
Among Angels
(Written by Kate Bush)

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.