This place is cold as hell
Even cold in May
How dare you search for me when I'm stuck in a burning well?
Slip, fall and/or break a leg
You ought to live the way you learn
My golden days were nothing but iron-ish
But still I breathe through your concern
How I was thanking God for wasted time
When I wasted it on you
A standing ovation and a broom in my left pocket
In this small glass house of mine
It's been there all along, to clean up the mess I seem to make (all the time)
But now when my shit storm's working overtime
Papa J will come to help
Whatever happened to the trust?
It's awfully connected to what I have to do or must
When it's a relief
I feel the nightly warmth of spring hitting everything in my way
All that froze to death, including you and me
Whatever this year will bring, I hope good times are heading my way
It's reason enough for me to stay.
Σtella's Greek-folk inflected pop sounds both vintage and subtly modern, like a lost gem sent from the magical nexus where 1966 meets 1986. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022