Sandra's Face by Steve Ison

Steve Ison
Alternative
60s Retro pop
Current Round: 2  
3.48
 

Steve Ison..All music/production/instrumentation

Steve April/Steve Ison..Lyrics

Featured Review

The inaction takes place on a train journey. These reflections and memories swirl like the music around the traveller's head as the scenery flashes by in a grey and green smudge. But it's not as random as thought; it's wanting to tell us the story.
It's a happy space which contains some beautiful poetic phrases, but when the need arises it says exactly what it means with no inclination to search for an easier or inadequately smooth replacement.
And the lyric gets as earthy as the music is airy.
This is a delicate, elusive song which comes and goes in circles. Captivatingly, the piano trickles like water.
Percussively it's intelligent, the drums sitting just beneath and giving way to gentle restained ticking by contrast, making space.
This is a very gratifyingly arranged song which manages to contain many unexpected turns whilst remaining cohesive. There's an unmistakable attention to detail which would leave any artist feeling rather smugly satisfied at its finish. Every little thing feels deliberate but the whole leaves an impression of fluidity unchecked by such mundane concerns.
The musing voice expresses a kind of frailty and optimism, with its emotionally charged quiver which says "Love me". Cos the poor boy's in love.
This is the kind of song you just never grow tired of; a little bit of a masterpiece that remains both in your head and your heart.

Krispy

Lyrics

Had a feeling we'd be friends
She gave me a special look
After a couple weeks of flirting
She gave me her special book.
I looked through the pages
and couldn't stop laughing there.

'cos She's a poet,
A shepherd to the heard
She stood tall in my garden
She came with a new word

She's a real pearl of a girl
I love her mystic ways
Her voice is in my ears
Her light breaks thru my days
Its a miracle just being alive and knowin' she cares.

She's a poet,
A shephard to the heard
She stood tall in my garden
She came with a new word

Got the feel of Jim Morrison
That beautiful broken door,
She humbles me before the glory
And hips to 3s and 4s
Yesterday all my sorrows made me sad,
Now the thought of tommorow makes me glad
From the moon into the sun..Night and day

She's a poet,
A shephard to the heard
She stood tall in my garden
She came with a new word

Got the feel of Jim Morrison
That beautiful broken door,
She humbles me before the glory
And hips to 3s and 4s
in Sandra's face it's clear
stars fall heavens tears.
The stars seem closer than they are
On Sandra's face they're here..


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