Uh, huh, Cross my heart
and I swear it's true
She's all angles
and,...she's all circles too
On an end of Winter's night
at Izzy Young's
South Island venue
I fell in love at first sigh
Yes, I fell in love
at first sight
And you gotta know, yes, it's true
She's all angles
and,... she's all circles too
Beatnick hip and peasant chic
trading licks two blocks
from the Corner Avenue
Pearls and postcards
from far off places
fly in melodic notes,
sign language and vapour traces
Uh huh, cross my heart
and I swear it's true
She's all angles
and, yeah, she's all circles too
Backstreet bohemians cluster
in informal pews
high-braced accordian girl
and blonde soprano siren
blend and fuse
to seduce me and thirty-two
Conservatory oratory homage
to the back row guru is paid
I hear the crowd whisper and say
"So soon we won't hear this crew
as good again, I am afraid"
Friends and lovers
undercover
clap their hands
after every tune
Pearls and postcards
from far off places
fly in melodic notes,
sign language,
and vapour traces
Catching her eye
it's the moment's prize
coaxing her lips
in a graceful smile
Yeah,
it sends me over the Moon
Beatnik hip and peasant chic
trade licks
as the front row
swoons
In a moment of rapt candlelight
I fell in love
at first sigh
Yes, I fell in love
at first sight
At Izzy Young's
South Island venue
and it sends me over
Winter's Moon
Cross my heart
and I swear
it's true
She's all angles
and, yeah,... she's all circles too
the apache kid