Best snow songs
“Time, time, see what’s become of me,” mourn Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel in the opening verse of this 1966 tune. Winter, in this case, acts as an allegory for the loss of youth, and the promise that it signifies. (The song, by the way, was written when Simon was all of 25 years old—dude was freaking out over nothing!) Winter is a time when hope is lost; springtime, with its promise of renewal, is when you might be able to feel a glimmer of happiness again.
Key lyric: “Look around / Leaves are brown / And the sky is a hazy shade of winter”
Boy meets girl; boy and girl fall in love in New York City (on the Bowery, no less); boy leaves NYC but travels back to be with the girl he loves. The seasonal imagery is good here, but the New York City references—“We kissed on the subway in the middle of the night”—make it one of our favorite winter and New York songs.
Key lyric: “You said, ‘It’s snowing / It’s snowing / God, I hate this weather!’ / Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together”
Winter sucks—but being all alone in a city you don’t know very well on New Year’s Eve? That really sucks. Love lost seems to be a popular theme for wintry tunes, and this song from the Washington, D.C., indie-rockers sums up those feelings of rejection and loneliness (and how winter makes them a thousand times worse) pretty perfectly.
Key lyric: “Hey! / The ice of Boston is muddy and reflects no light / At day or night / And I slip on it every time”
Here’s the thing about snow in New York City: It turns disgusting and slushy within a day of a storm blowing through. But for those first few hours—when the snow is falling and has just settled, gently, onto the ground? You won’t find a more beautiful sight, we reckon. The Walkmen capture this perfectly in the video for this track, off 2010’s Lisbon; the band wanders around Brooklyn Bridge Park during one of those pretty NYC snowstorms. The song itself even evokes a wintry feeling, with little more than a spare guitar riff carrying it along.
Key lyric: “There’s no life like the snow life”
This doomy blues elegy seems to be about not just any old cold snap; we’re thinking full-on nuclear winter. Apparently, all of Nick’s friends forgot their mittens and are buried alive under the white stuff—no big deal. This is a good one to listen to while you’re staring out the window at the accumulation, glass of whiskey in hand.—Jenna Scherer
Key lyric: “It’s too quiet in here and I’m beginning to freeze / I’ve got icicles hanging from my knees / Under 15 feet of pure white snow”
This lush chorale from the Seattle indie-folk outfit is as beautiful as it is deeply creepy, with its imagery of headless children and bloody snow. We suggest not thinking too hard about the Edward Gorey–esque lyrics and instead losing yourself in the song’s flawless three-part harmony, soft and gentle as snowfall.
Key lyric: “I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats / With scarves of red tied ’round their throats / To keep their little heads from falling in the snow”
It’s not photokeratitis Ozzy is singing about but a condition caused by another kind of fluffy white powder (the part where he yells “Cocaine!” is a good tip-off). Still, head banging to Tony Iommi’s massive riff should keep you warm no matter how low the temperature gets.—Andrew Frisicano
Key lyric: “My eyes are blind but I can see / The snowflakes glisten on the tree”
Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how gross it is outside: As long as you have a few key things at your disposal—a nice pot of soup, some booze, maybe a really good book—you’ll be able to make it through, all right. This tune, penned by Irving Berlin, outlines perhaps the most important thing to have on hand during a blizzard: another warm body to snuggle up to.
Key lyric: “What do I care how much it may storm? / I’ve got my love to keep me warm”
As miserable as you may feel while you’re slushing through the streets or snowed in at home, it surely does not compare to the despair Gil must have felt in 1974 while penning this bleakest of national portraits that compares the failures of the civil-rights and peace movements to an endless deep freeze.
Key lyric: “And ain’t nobody fighting / ’Cause nobody knows what to save”
Who among us hasn’t battled their way down the sidewalk through icy winds and thought, Why the hell do I live in the Northeast again? John and Michelle Phillips penned this ode to West Coast jonesing while in the depths of—you guessed it—a frigid New York City winter. We definitely would be warm if we were in L.A., but safe? Not so sure about that.
Key lyric: “I’d be safe and warm if I was in L.A. / California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day”