Upcoming gigs:

Thurs. June 13, 6:00-8:30pm. Ottoburger, 65 E Broad St, Hopewell, NJ. Part of their curated music series: Gas Pump Sessions No cover

Sat. June 15, 10am to Noon. Pennington Farmers Market, 101 Rt 31 N, Pennington, NJ.

Hello, you have reached the home of Allie Iris, a musical trio playing out of Central NJ and Eastern PA. We play mostly jazz/blues standards

If you want to hear how we sound live, here is a raw recording from Alison's cottage, no editing. Willow Weep for Me

Here's a blues tune from the same session, no editing. Love Me Like A Man

Our second CD of original music, Love Songs, has been released.
The videos are on youtube at Love Songs Videos (you can share this link)
or at the picture links below (scroll down).

Lyrics are below, and also in the descriptions of the youtube videos.

You can contact us at: allie.iris@peachpieband.com

You can request a free copy of the CD, just write me with how you heard of Allie Iris, at allie.iris@peachpieband.com

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Performed live by Allie Iris on June 26, 2018
at Elm Street Studios, Conshohocken, PA.
Alison Smith, vocals
David Voorhees, guitar
Michael Ward, piano-synth
Kerry Little, drums
Words and music by Michael Ward (C) 2018
John O. Senior, recording engineer
Nicole and Ray Ward, videography, opalitemedia.com

Lyrics:

Tinder Tinder, I'm in love. He's a top pop-socket, Texting turtledove. While others sport their bling, He picks up that smart thing, And sends me his sweet nothing, ring-a-ding. What's he Like in person? His profile needs my touch. Swipe right, let's get together, He sends back hearts, hot peppers. Tinder, I'm in love. Obsessed With video games. Headset, high-tech twitching, All the same. Everything he shoots Accompanied with a whoop, Tinder mismatched us yesterday. Just so He knows the score, I'm a cut above. It takes somebody special To get to my next level. Swipe left, I'm in love. Tinder, I'm in love.	Boss Eyes Gentlemen with wandering eyes Here forthwith be well-advised. There really is no chance That she will miss the glance Ageless Time taught her to recognize. When fascination's in the eye, No artist needs to dot the line. The one who's always been There through thick and thin, On her it won't be lost, guys. Her gaze glistening with frost, guys. She'll give you her boss eyes, She will. Often when the calico Swats the tiger on the nose, It's because he's strayed On a visit paid To that comely tabby down the road. As innocent the flirting seems To a man who only dreams, She'll put two and two Together and he's due. On her it won't be lost, guys. She knows who is boss, guys. She'll give him her boss eyes, She will.
Pinned My Hopes She asked me, above the barber chair, "My gosh, you want it cut to where?" I've decided after all these years To part with my long hair. It goes back to early age two. Due to coconuts, it grew and grew and grew. Some blue dearie will love her wig, And I'll be left with this bob of hair. God gave me eyes, goodness knows. He didn't match them with a nose. We'll draw attention Away from perfection. Cut it! Make the change today. Men used to stare, they'd seem to say "What a mane, high maintenance." I've pinned my hopes on this bob of hair. Some will brush and brush till it turns gray, Rapunzeling all along the way. Who want to wait For troubadours? I'm not! Lonely, au contraire. I'm dating one Mister Robert Blair. He bob, bob, bobs, but I don't care, I've pinned my hopes on this bob of hair, Biddlely bop, bop, bob.	Sun and Moon Lovers make their rendezvous, Midday tryst for Sun and Moon. Light to dark, odd afternoons, Full eclipse for Sun and Moon. Falling, falling, lovers calling, When will I see you? My Nights are feeling blue. Next time, long time, won't be soon. Heavy hearts, Sun and Moon. Fortune's tumblers rigged to lose, Many pulls for Sun and Moon. When their luck flares, hearts will swoon. Rare convergence, Sun and Moon. Spinning, spinning, without kissing, Counting through blue, blue moons Calendars apart. In their true hearts they'll be true, Chance lovers, Sun and Moon.
Wildwood Boardwalk My girlfriends head for a little fun. Jersey girls, we're born to run. Overexposure to the sun At the Wildwood Boardwalk. Hanging off the street-side rail, What a laugh on Abigail, Boys' heads turn, it never fails At the Wildwood Boardwalk. Not exotic like Brazil, There we'd miss the tram car thrill. The surfers chat us up until We fly to the next sill. Too minor for the tiki bar, We try, but we don't get too far, The beat bartender always cards At the Wildwood Boardwalk. The sand bars rise and the dolphins play. We're in the ocean half the day. It never gets old to crest a wave At the Wildwood Boardwalk. Spend our tokens at the pier arcade, Gail's our ringer at the skee-ball game. You never win if you don't play At the Wildwood Boardwalk. We swing away at the batting cage, Scouts look on, they're half our age. Their fascination on display, They'll grow up one of these days. And so will we, we'll have our worlds, Kids to nest, nest eggs to squirrel. No better times than with these girls At the Wildwood Boardwalk.	Skitter Scatter Scat Skitter, scatter, scat. Pitter, patter, golly gee. There's a Joe With his heart out on his sleeve. Imagination, Palpitations On his part, not mine. Some girls are more gentle With a suitor on the line. Dangling's fine, I'm going to take my own sweet time. He'll have to figure how to skate Across my figure eights. And my skitter, scatter, skit scat, think I'll ski. And my pitter, patter, pit pat, let's just see. My diddily dat, let's dither. My giddily gat, go thither. My skiddily scat, are you the one for me? Skitter, scatter, scat Pitter patter, pitter free. Doobie dweeb, Doo-hah loo-ah in the sea. Tribulations, Fibrillations, Hearts beat scoobie doo. Skitter scatter skate, Little matter late, Oo wee hoo. Doo-ha double doobie doo. A lover's loobie loo, Scoobie doo-wah scoobie doo. I kiddingly caught your heart out on its own Unwittingly. What you're leaving? Please don't go. You're my diddle, no doubt, no dither My once-led-about, forgive her. My skiddily cat, the only one who knows Skitter Scatter Scat.
Game for Two In a contemplative air Over Scrabble squares, "Contradiction", that spells you. We'll work down from the C Just to use my Z, "Crazy", that's me over you. With matters of the heart A blank might be a start, You seem to be stuck with a Q. In a little while The floor gets all these tiles, I guess I'm in the game with you. Let's play another game for two. While it's really not my thing. I'm throwing the I Ching To find a strategy for you. What's done is done, the past Can only let us grasp The meaning, so whoop-dee-doo. Too obscure, I've made a date With my Madame Fate, She's a bit reluctant with the news. She palms the ace of spades In order to get paid. Okay by me, I don't like to lose. Let's play another game for two. Another weekend, another bet, Let's shuffle up the deck. Did you happen to bring a ring? I haven't gotten far With your avitar, My luck is on the wing. But I'm pretty good at gin, Know your cards are running thin, I'm one card from besting you. If you can't meet my needs, Virtual reality Will put me in the game with you. Let's play another game for two.	Kegeling Blues Out with the girls on a Saturday night. Oh I've got the kegeling blues. Pleated skirt and cranberry tights. Oh I've got the roll-the-rock blues. Bowling down from Mr. Right. Oh I've got the kegeling blues. I want those pins to come a-raining down But I've got the left-them-there blues. So much fun when they're rolling around. But I've got the set-me-up blues. Not my turn, I keep waiting around. Oh I've got the kegeling blues. Oh, when's my lucky day? There're some girls who score real' fine, Don't have the kegeling blues. Strikes and spares, six, seven, eight, nine. Never the gutterball blues. Hit their mark most all of the time. But I've got the kegeling blues. Saddle shoes, get up to dance I've got the ready-set blues. What's Righty doing? Was that a glance? I've got the go-figure blues. Slide and glide and take a chance. I've got the kegeling blues. Oh, he's coming over. Oh, there's my lucky strike!
I Get a Blue Feeling I get a blue feeling in the blink of an eye. A blue feeling, and I don't know why. A sudden melancholy as deep as the sky. I get blue in the blink of an eye. I'm wearing my jewels at our favorite place to dine. The waiter brings the crystal, we toast, "to you and wine". We have a lovely evening and everything is fine, Then I'm blue in the blink of an eye. Like tumbleweed, I keep rolling down Wiley's canyon, the buzzards hanging 'round. A long look down, then I impact the ground, Face-planted, emotionally. When you love me, it's all the shades of green, The brightest rainbow that I have ever seen. Then I come back to earth, smit in smithereens. I get blue in the blink of an eye I'll get the blues on our honeymoon. A blue boohoo, who sent us the monsoon? A Chopin etude played on a bassoon In the next room, out of tune. But you, reliably, will helicopter in, Constructing a rescue again through thick and thin. You will make me smile, pick me up by the chin, When I'm blue in the blink of the eye. Plink, plank, plunk. Sing, sank, sunk. Blink, blue funk.	My Bull My bull is dull, No flair at all. While others gore their matadors He stays put in his stall. His glutes are beauts, Decidedly obtuse. But I'll, despite red flags, grant, He's a natural in the bull ring. When he's a sigher, I'm a sigher, My bull is so dull. Black tie calls to mind A tuxedoed porcupine. We go to my reunion And they say, oh why oh why? Champagne, chablis, He paws his beer and wheezes. When all is said and done, I'll say yes to his gold ring. 'Cause he's a sigher, And I'm a sigher. My bull is so dull. My bull, my bull is so dull. My bull is dull, no flair at all.