Story Behind The Song
Growing up, I began playing guitar after confiscating one that my brother received as a Christmas gift. Our parents finally relented and bought me my own classical guitar. I carried it everywhere, including to summer camp where, unfortunately, a rather rotund boy sat on it and broke it. Of course, I was crushed as well. In an effort to avoid the inevitable confrontation with my father over spending money to indulge one of the children's passions, my mother, recognizing my inconsolable grief over the loss of my precious guitar, gathered all the S&H green stamps she could find and took me to the local music store where we exchanged the stamps for a 12-string guitar made by Stella. Stella became my alter ego name. You can see where this is going. Well, that instrument was involved in the writing and performing of song after song, including those performed by the girl group I organized called "The Coming Generation" (yes, really). We were the talk of Logansport, Indiana and were invited to entertain at many civic events, including the visit of Robert Kennedy to our little town. Years later, when one of the "Generationers" listened to this song, she immediately made the Stella connection. This song was one of my earlier compositions and I thank Bill Bentley for staying true to the teen-age naivete with the 12 string acoustic feel.
Song Description
A tale of a songstress
| Song Length |
2:29 |
Genre |
Folk - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Affable, Cheerful |
Subject |
I, Me, Mine, Life |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Stella
V1: Stella lives in an ivory tower
She has the power to make life a song
Stella believes in the words she is singing
Turning rhyme into melody helps keep her strong
She favors the taste of freedom she's found
Savoring life and writing it down
Stella knows wherever she goes
She'll always find a place to belong
V2: Stella gave her heart at a quite early age
Gave it to the stage and the songs that she plays
She'll always return - that's the first thing you learn
No matter how many the times that she strays
Sometimes she's lonely and sometimes she cries
Her words speak of only the stars in her eyes
Stella, take care, every change in the air
Lets the breeze pick her up and just whisk her away
V3: With so much living still left to do
She's always giving the best parts to you
Stella, I know you, I've so much to show you
Put rings on your fingers and bells on your toes
Put rings on your fingers and bells on your toes