No Direction
‘I can’t change my direction’, she said.
‘But what is up and what is down?’
The strangest, cold conversation on love.
It doesn’t suit me now and seemed a little stupid.
What language was I speaking, or did I talk at all?
The strangest, cold conversation on love.
‘You see I’m living the good life.
Just look at me in my perfect paradise.
Look at me and my good life.
Look at me in my perfect paradise.’
She said, ‘you don’t look so good, I’d help you out if I could.
But if I dragged, dragged you clear,
You’d wade in again.’
‘I can’t change my direction,’ she said.
‘But what is up and what is down?’
It was the strangest, cold conversation on love.
‘You see I’m living the good life.
Just look at me in my perfect paradise.
Look at me and my good life.
Look at me in my perfect paradise.’
She said, ‘you don’t look so good, I’d help you out if I could.
But if I dragged, dragged you clear,
You’d wade in again.’
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