It's Not Too Late

"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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Heart on Repeat

Golden Hour Glow

[Intro / Verse 1]
Smoked my last cigarette, sat in bed for a while.
Thought of your face, and that brought me a smile.
Wanted another one. Fell back asleep, instead.
Woke and found you sitting there on the bed.
I fell for you, baby, like a bomb
Now my love’s gone up in flames
[Chorus]
Cigarette, cigarette,
Burning up time.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Watch the smoke climb.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Wasting away.
Just like this cigarette, our time is running down.
Only one hour ‘til you’re leaving this town.
[Verse 2]
Went to the corner store, bought us another pack.
Held my arm around you as we headed back.
I tried to change your mind. Didn’t want you to go.
I want you more, it seems, than you could ever know.
We’re history, baby, read it in a book
It ended in the fire that started with a look
[Chorus]
Cigarette, cigarette,
Burning up time.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Watch the smoke climb.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Wasting away.
Just like this cigarette, our time is running down.
Only one hour ‘til you’re leaving this town.
[Verse 3]
My head is full of smoke, heart full of pain
That tender love is gone, gone up in flames
You should have shot me, baby, my life is done
You could have shot me, baby, shot me with a gun
I hear those sirens scream my name
I know my love is gone up in flames
[Bridge]
Smoked my last cigarette, sat in bed for a while.
Thought of your face, and that brought me a smile.
I fell for you, baby, like a bomb
Now my love’s gone up in flames
[Outro / Chorus]
Cigarette, cigarette,
Burning up time.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Watch the smoke climb.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Wasting away.
Just like this cigarette, our time is running down.
Only one hour ‘til you’re leaving this town.
My head is full of smoke, heart full of pain
That tender love is gone, gone up in flames
You should have shot me, baby, my life is done
You could have shot me, baby, shot me with a gun
I hear those sirens screamin’, screamin’ my name
I know my love is gone, gone up in flames

Smoke and Flames

High On Humans

Break My Broken Heart

Midas

Always Live For Always

My Name

Always Live for Always

Burning Incense

Ex Lovers

Bang Bang

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on the list of things that just might kill me
you're right behind quicksand in the 90s
with a lot of things that never will be,
it's like a minefield 
stay on the line please, baby
stay on the line please
stay on the line please 

sometimes, always
I get nervous,
something's always out to hurt us, 
sticks & stones can break my bones
but words, they hurt. 

lightning strikes, it's been a long time
it's my fault I'm on a fault line
take the blame, of course, it's all mine
it gets worse 

on the list of things that just might kill me
you're right behind quicksand in the 90s
with a lot of things that never will be,
it's like a minefield 
stay on the line please, baby
stay on the line please
stay on the line please 

check behind the curtain, 
open up the back seat, 
check for strangers.
unfamiliar persons, 
yet another - lastly, 
plan for danger. 

standing when I should be running
crying out but no one's coming 
mouth full of blood, I feel nothing
fight or flight, I find I'm freezing
two steps forward, I stop breathing 
paralyzed by lies but leaving 
hurts the most. 

on the list of things that just might kill me
you're right behind quicksand in the 90s
with a lot of things that never will be,
it's like a minefield 
stay on the line please, baby
stay on the line please
stay on the line please 

check behind the curtain, 
open up the back seat, 
check for strangers.
unfamiliar persons, 
yet another - lastly, 
plan for danger. 
matters of exposure, 
what you don't know now 
will hurt you later. 
oxygen mask down, 
help yourself now,
or you can't help you later. 

on the list of things
that just might kill me
you're right behind: 
quicksand in the 90s,
carbon dioxide, 
carbon monoxide,
having a breakdown,
having to lay down,
waiting on read while 
running a red light,
holes in the ozone,
calls from the home phone,
unanswered texts 
and sudden deafness, 
deadly diseases, 
everyone leaving...
everyone leaving...
everyone leaving.

Written & produced by LUNA SHADOWS ● SOMBEAR ● THOMAS POWERS
Mixing/Mastering/Additional Production ● RYAN SHANAHAN
Pixel Art by LU NASCIMENTO
Cover Design by JORI TEPLITZKI

Digital Pacific

The Nineties

My Name

SKOTT