Bat For Lashes
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Bat For Lashes
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Bat for Lashes
Writer(s) Natasha Khan
Producer(s) Natasha Khan
David Kosten
Released 12 October 2012
Recorded Assault and Battery 2, DK's Studio, London, UK
Length 3:43
The Haunted Man track listing
"Laura" "The Haunted Man"

"Winter Fields" is the sixth track on Bat For Lashes' third studio album, The Haunted Man.

Background[]

According to Natasha, the song is the most nostalgic and sentimental tracks on The Haunted Man, harkening back to childhood memories and citing the Sussex Downs.[1]

The end of Laura has these fading orchestral, minimal low notes, and moving into Winter Fields seemed to work because it's a similar set-up which is bass flutes and low cellos. They kind of relate to each other in some ways but Winter Fields becomes much more rousing and moves into that English landscape place. I think it's the most nostalgic track on the record, harkening back to my memories of childhood, being in the back of a car driving through country lanes as it's snowing, looking out over the fields. Those real childhood depictions of the English landscape. It's a little bit haunted, lost in the flurries of snow.[2]

Natasha's description of the song:

There are British landscapes [on the album], the Sussex Downs, the sea. I spend a lot of time walking around the places I went when I was little and around Sussex. Songs like “Winter Fields” talk quite specifically about childhood winters spent driving down country lanes and the snow-filled fields.[3]

According to a Pitchfork article, in order to recreate a rainy sound effect for the song, producer Dan Carey “stood on a chair and poured water over the roof of a car while Natasha was inside recording with the windscreen wipers on—but in the end, it sounded like someone was pissing on the car.”[4]

Lyrics[]

Hurtling through heavy snow
Our hands are cold and the moon sets low
Little sister, let your sharp teeth show
Past winter fields

Stop the car by the old wire post
Scaredy rabbits make good paper ghosts
That lick the salt off the Sussex coast
And fall into winter fields

Rows of white
Spelled our escape in the old torch light
Oh mother, I'm scared to close my eyes
Some winter dreams make you dive and dive and dive down

In sub-zero I can't stand still
Colours of absence flooding the hill
In wonderment, I trip and spill
Through winter fields

Under the stairs taps the metronome
The diver's suit that we've all outgrown
I need to get to where the wild things roam
Through all of my winter dreams

Rows of white
Spelled our escape in the old torch light
Oh mother, I'm scared to close my eyes
Some winter dreams make you dive and dive and dive down

References[]

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