"Sweet Ophelia" releases both digitally and on limited edition 7" clear vinyl on April 7, 2014 via B3SCI Records. Pre-order here: http://b3scirecords.bigcartel.com/product/b3sr-006-zella-day-sweet-ophelia-1965

The sound of strumming guitars; the feel of soft, wet clay; the scent of fresh brewed coffee: this was Zella Day’s childhood. Secluded in the quaint mountain town of Pinetop, Arizona, Zella’s creativity flourished with the forest at her doorstep. High above Phoenix Valley, Pinetop holds a population of 7,000, and Zella's family-owned Mor Mor Coffee House was an only sanctuary for artists. Surrounding herself with local musicians, Zella was inspired to pick up the guitar at a young age. Before long, the blossoming chanteuse started performing sets including Bob Dylan and Elvis songs - selections inspired by her coffee house family. The native Arizonan had found a calling in music and used it as a form of self-realization, penning her experiences and discovering herself through the intricacies of song. She drew inspiration from the serene Arizona mountains and turned to Clint Eastwood, old Western films, and cowboy rebel culture to help shape the attitude behind her music. The result is a raw, organic sound unconfined by the boundaries of genre. It effortlessly floats between the tonalities of female frontier-maker Stevie Nicks and art pop songbird Lana Del Rey while invoking imagery painted by Old Arizona and a free-spirited perspective.

To date, Zella Day’s music has barely crossed paths with the outside world; however, her short series of self-released demos and collaborations caught fire throughout the indie community. One such supporter of her undeniable talent was the boutique music press outlet B3SCI. Having recently formed a singles record imprint, B3SCI was undoubtedly the natural home for the songwriter's first official offering to the world.

The upcoming two-track single leads with “Sweet Ophelia,” a blending of personal encounters in an eerie resemblance to that of Hamlet’s Ophelia. Crunching drum machines and menacing electronics juxtapose Zella’s airy croons as she sings about the sanctity of physical connection, powerfully portraying both the majesty and fragility of letting love consume you. The B-side, “1965,” takes a more straightforward approach, showcasing Zella’s strong voice atop soft, pattering drums and fluttering guitars. The lyrics tell a story about finding a genuine connection among a sea of inauthenticity. Moreover, the track celebrates its title - the year that a generation united despite a delusive society.

On April 7th, B3SCI Records will release 'Sweet Ophelia / 1965' on limited edition 7-inch clear vinyl. The tracks were brought to life at Los Angeles's WAX LTD. Studios with the production and mixing prowess of Xandy Barry and Wally Gagel. This debut collection showcases a young songstress’ visceral visions and liberated mentality, while foreshadowing the depth of a long career that's yet to come.

Artwork by Brock Lefferts.

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You make me wanna take off all of my clothes...

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You make me wanna take off all of my clothes
You make me wanna show you where that thing goes
You make me wanna dive into all that snow
You make me stay out all night and catch a cold

(Rich) Never felt so sweet never felt so sweet like this before
(Rich) Never been fucked up never been fucked up like this before
(Rich) Never felt so sweet you pass the key unlock my heart
(Rich) Don’t know who you are but I love you on that Escobar

Powder my nose I’m going out tonight
Powder my nose I’m going out tonight

Me and my best friend
Go wild in the West End
You and my best friend
We cowboys and angels
Red lights stay blinking
We movie stars, movie stars

Beautiful faces, cartilage wasted away
Dumb affectations, awkward exchanges again
Bloodshot reflections erasing the bullshit i hate
Lovely lovely lovely floating away

(Rich) Never felt so sweet never felt so sweet like this before
(Rich) Never been fucked up never been fucked up like this before
(Rich) Never felt so sweet you pass the key unlock my heart
(Rich) Don’t know who you are but I love you on that Escobar

Powder my nose I’m going out tonight
Powder my nose I’m going out tonight

Me and my best friend
Go wild in the West End
You and my best friend
We cowboys and angels
Red lights stay blinking
We movie stars, movie stars

I’m a bring my white girl, my always do it right girl (keep coming back for more, keep coming back for more, keep coming back)
I still be your brown girl, never let you down girl (You come back for more, dreaming, fiending, more)

“It was just like a movie
The Eiffel Tower looked better than the postcards,
I met a man from Le Marais who took me skiing for the first time. He said he was an agent, and he told me I was more beautiful than all models he's seen. I could hear Dancing Queen playing and girls screaming through the door and all the bathroom tiles looked like glass candy... Everything was beautiful."

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Lyrics:

I wanna be where the sun don’t shine
Where the birds don’t sing
And the kids don’t smile
They say “I saw the Devil in paradise”

I’ll never go back to California
I’ll never go back to Hollywood
Don’t wanna feel no morning sun
Burn my shadow til the day is over and done
I’ll never go back, Nah it’s no good

I’ll never go back to California
I’ll never get old in the them lonely hills
It's like the sun got frozen in an ice cold sky
Trapped there laughing when the stars don’t shine
I’d (rather) die than live for them dollar bills

I wanna be where the sun don’t shine
Where the birds don’t sing
And the kids don’t smile
And they say “I saw the Devil in paradise”

I wanna be where the night is day
Where the roses die
And thorns ain’t fake
And they say “I saw the Devil with a smiling face”

I wanna be where the shotguns spray
Where God gets high
And the priests don’t pray
And they say “I saw the Devil in a diamond chain”

I wanna be where the sun don’t shine
Where the birds don’t sing
And the kids don’t smile
And they say “I saw the Devil in paradise”

After all that i did for you...
After all that i did for you…

Sipping French wine with the Devil
Pretty thing slip in my ride said the Devil
Coastin’ by the Hollywood sign with the Devil
Getting that money on time with the Devil
Mama said don’t you go sign with the Devil
Titties out sniffing snow white with the Devil
Clever guys lying, and I’m buying- say I’m “special”
Said he sent the cheque, but tide me over with a bezel
Promised me the penthouse, got me on the lowest level
Running from the repo’ when you thought you was a rebel
How they gonna tow you while you sleeping in the rental?
No one gonna know you- better show him your (potential)

VM: “pussy/ coochie/ cha cha - you better show him your pussy bitch, before you get yo ass blacklisted”

After all that i did for you...
After all that i did for you…

Outro:
Mall fan boy- “Excuse me, I just wanted to say you’re a wonderful singer… and I, err… I actually used to be a really big fan..”

Devil In Paradise

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Lyrics:
I wish I don’t need you
I’ve been so deprived
Boy when I’m with youMy hands are tied
My hands are tied

No stockholm syndrome
Full well you’re the devil
In disguise, feels right
Locked in your chains of love

I’m so miserable
When I’m free I just suffer
Too much, not enough
Locked in your chains

It ain’t love if it don’t hurt
No safety word
I wish I don’t need youI’ve been so deprived
Boy when I’m with you
My hands are tied
My hands are tied
Literally, Literally, Hopefully(to the bed posts)
My Hands are tied
Literally, Literally, Unconditionally
My hands are tied
My hands are tied

Two hands cover my screams
Porno on the big screen
You ain’t shy, don’t lie
I’ll try anything twice
Hit me when you coming
Safe shit got you running
I ain’t her, I can learn
I’ll try anything

It ain’t love if it don’t hurt
No safety word

I wish I don’t need you
I’ve been so deprived
Boy when I’m with you
My hands are tied
My hands are tied
Literally, Literally, Hopefully(to the bed posts)
My Hands are tied
Literally, Literally, Unconditionally
My hands are tied
My hands are tied

And there’s nothing, nothing I can do...
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All I want is to bring out the worst in you

Too Much To Dream

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