A song by the Grateful Dead that is pretty obviously about James Joyce. Unfortunately most deadheads are semi-literate pot smoking idiots and don't realize this.
St. Stephen with a rose, inandout of the garden he goes. Country garden in the wind and the rain, wherever he goes the people all complain...
by B. Cassidy April 14, 2010
small town in new brunswick, also known as the armpit of the universe
this town has nothing must be st. stephen
by gullish July 10, 2008