Fish Food
If I fed you my brain and you fed me your brain,
Would your brain be my brain would my brain be yours?
If I fed you my brain and you fed me your brain,
Would your brain be my brain, would my brain be yours?
It was that kind of day and I was curious so I hid my life in twenty-four hours.
I let no one in, my life removed its clothes,
Then looked at me, from my head down to my toes.
If I fed you my brain and you fed me your brain,
Would your brain be my brain would my brain be yours?
If I fed you my brain and you fed me your brain,
Would your brain be my brain, would my brain be yours?
Tugging at my arm the outside cried to me,
‘Well what about, what about, what about me?’
With nothing on my life sang a song
About losing form, But getting it all back in return.
‘The time has come for action; the time has come to kill, boys,
With all the satisfaction of a science-fiction laser beam.
The troops are at their buttons they’re banging down the doors, boys.
I’m not much for religion but ‘round my neck’s my god of choice.’
And I stepped out and I screamed and shouted ‘so much for family,
and the time we spent together’. Oh-oh-oh.
If I fed you my brain and you fed me your brain,
Would your brain be my brain would my brain be yours?
If I fed you my brain and you fed me your brain,
Would your brain be my brain would my brain be yours?
‘Come stay with me for common ecstasy.’
I looked at her and she flew at me.
If we changed the rules, it wouldn’t do us any good
Because we’re worked on by such a foreign song.
And I stepped out and I screamed and shouted ‘so much for family,
and the time we spent together’. Oh-oh-oh.
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