Bernie

Your life's been bad, where a seed is torn, unlike mine let it be said, you never bring the sea, or artists bright unknown, for all you act my queen, in danger of losing cred, you cry but never show, what you think is less, how can this ever be, when someone makes you moan, you throw away your keys, make with lipstick instead, your skin golden brown, sashay your way to bed, it's a loving creed, that you need to cope, not a false sense of ease, give us our daily bread, make it warm as toast, you who lightly tread, towards our home.

Robert Four

What it means to try, within a screaming gale, no use trying to lie, in your bones, who needs a trial, to find yourself alone, you look at the time, your measures fail, it seems a while, you think you can atone, when love trails, and someone asks you home, flip a coin see the sky, talk of finding sail, it always ends this way, drink wine from a broken cone, must be some good mail, throw stones at ghosts, it's worse than jail, forsaken beyond what's right, you hit the rails, on that lonely mile.

Robert Three

A worn out empty feeling, for all you wish to try the pain of someone leaving, she brings me the news, like a gunman hides, when he knows the truth, never mean she lights the sea, an artist bright as sky, for this old has been, looking for something new, a need to find, she hears the Delta Blues, who never leaves her street, tho' she works and sighs, with what young women need, it has killed a few, failing with the light, at St Anthony's pews, shelters me with her being, like a soul on fire, the smile of a living queen, she asks me to retire.

Robert Two

Tell me, tell me why, they treat you like a seer, my lips dissolve in cries, I command a beautiful sight, candles scent and myrrh, bells ring out the night, who says we all die, no call for stolen tears, demand a veil of sky, my life contains its height, a yellow-robed proud engineer, my grief held in tight, I walk like a man gone by, through the city's fear, so hot it seems to fry, will they see my light, slash or burn my ears, ask me to stand and fight, our ship is full of iron, they love orators here, in darkness and green light, I'm ready to come near.

Robert

He seeks a hopeless retreat, for all he cannot find, nothing seems to please, he won't bear good news, that love just needs time, or hear a little truth, fears the hiss of blasphemy, he doesn't rate sublime, or give anyone a treat, can't disguise his Blues, or face what's in his mind, there's never only you, he shakes his keys, December in a warm clime, brings no Odyssey, rather than a loving creed, for what might chime, he'd prefer to bleed, forget any sense of ease, that isn't just a crime, gains explosive release, bathing in strong wine.

Jenny Three

Nothing more to give or take, sing a song by Frieda Payne, seek an eternal escape, pray upon her bones, she won't be coming home, tell them you're not alone, reason says it's not too late, to heal your broken gaze, like a brigand reeks escape, you're not a rolling stone, all of life is hope, don't worry if you'll cope, find some tide or sail, an open Ocean to play, another lover surely waits, a knife to the throat, dance closer to the flame, nothing's left to hold, you'll be there on Easter day, not dangled on some pirate's rope, treasure's in the way, you blow a trail of smoke.

Jenny Two

Do you even care, I'm breaking up the pattern, that's gone beyond a dare, have you read my news, within your open wallet, I'm not in love with you, your hand around me curls, squeezes when I'm startled, despite the way things turn, carry on won't you, under trees or car parks, you'll never know what's true, jewels won't bind this girl, ships roll by forgotten, so much more to learn, I go cold before your blues, God is not for mocking, won't believe it will you, the banner lies unfurled, can't you see me rocking, it isn't me you've turned, lost among the blossom.

Jenny

Dream talk doesn't hurt, it's enough, Basta, you're not a candy whirl, silken tents you've blown, never collapse, face moulded like a stone, plates you sometimes hurl, nothing holds you fast, sweet talk makes you curl, say life is not your own, in many ways it's crass, consider that part gone, you're not perturbed, now this time has passed, flags are not unfurled, dance on brown chairs, sing a song like glass, your face to the air, the way you smoke, when you sell the pass, nothing's worth that dope, keep this love or burn, love is on the gas, turn the flame down, make it last.

Carl Two

Please don't act so fine, playing out your games, always seeking good times, maybe try the truth, fixed in some lousy frame, it's always there with you, what never turns out right, is far away from pain, sleeping bad, drinking wine, you're such a bum tune, coming home you say, why not bring me good news, naked without your crimes, no one hears your claims, lost to your own designs, you haven't got the blues, waiting for a dismal train, but it's drawing in on you, when you run for coastlines, or if you see the rain, remember these lines, whosoever gains.

Carl

She knows what I mean, knowing how I roam, stone faced to the deal, she's cool but burns with rage, when I atone, always opens the gate, this isn't my scene, journey's nerves are blown, long past where I've been, it's useless to hesitate, knife’s now on the bone, I'm always too late, never safe to heed, the mess of what I'm doing, no one hears me plead, wave goodbye to taste, she's left me all alone, my turn now to wait, I wonder how it seems, will she hear me groan, make me take the heat, wonder where she's gone?

Fiona Three

From her white garden seat, she carries a load, secrets spread like poppy seed, stuff you keep, ravaged by lipstick or Cologne, she whispers her feelings, others call trick or treat, she surrenders perfume soaked, to drink her whisky neat, living by a swollen creek, the bible has a hold, this grandma rolls her sleeves, a rifle next to the sheets, she's no rolling stone, no better cure than ease, won't bathe in love's defeat, isolate but still at home, little time for feasts, she measures the string beans, there are no public telephones, down fields of blue wheat, she's not alone.

Fiona two

I'm not a fool at dawn, to say anything like that, my eyes aver without scorn, I want to be at sea, on a wooden raft, there's still time to dream, summon ancient form, from our little mat, sail into a perfect calm, I want to speak clearly, not roar like a big cat, say this is not some scheme, I'm torn, living life on the flat, my life isn't done, can I play the sweep, adjust my Ray Bans, dance before tea, gallop through a field of corn, would you like that I ask, move like never born, wouldn’t that be a gas?

Fiona

Don't Forget you're better, than those little kids, even if they stick together, they come down here for booze, kissing their fingertips, as if there's more good news, love is not forever, where you laugh and skip, time at all or never, throw off the Tuesday Blues, roll around your hips, it's the time for truth, nothing beats duress, giving liars the slip, grabbing hope at its crest, who needs a little dress, lipstick on your lips, Juke Box at your request, would you be lesser, if you stood there stripped, binned all the letters, wise in what you miss?

ChrissieFour

Who can speak of empathy, sitting on a wall, a neighbour of the sea, see her eyes come awake, they dance on thorns, she reads me and fakes, each day of being happy, it's echoed in my calls, un absencia of feeling, who wants to stake, a life of being torn, so I hesitate, someone asks me, a penny for your thoughts, and what about infidelity, so useless really, being a liar adrift forlorn, within this season, shivering here in the lee, shudder if i'm caught, this is not me, wondering if I'm born.

Chrissie Three

What dreams do we keep, they ask us the ghosts, sat at bars or seats, leave us alone thank you, our faces might need soap, but we've heard the news, we are not at ease, have thrown away the ropes, just let us be, do what we say we'd do, bones as strong as stones, no need for your views, a ticket for the Sea, carries tiny wings of hope, hanging on the breeze, don't ask how we sleep, or even what we know, as ships or docksides leap, set ourselves free, take freight trains home, laugh at our belief, we can keep it going

Chrissietwo

You face the zone, somewhere far from ecstasy, tells me all I know, steeped away in time, the daily political commentary, your life combines with mine, your neck smooth as chrome, when the torso pulls free, help me test your bones, on Sunday's drink wine, and you my lover freeze, love in this turbulent clime, take life's fine tooth comb, dance like a honey bee, not the smell of scorn, or a house down the line, the bottom of the cone, laughter's not a crime, as our bodies list and groan, let us go carefree, angels coming home, watching morning TV.

Jofour

What do you care, the pull on my traces, that makes me swear, a tune in blue trees, thick weave on my face, spun on the breeze, what can you share, heaven's no kissing gate, but you send me there, in chains to the sea, unlike your gaze, that sparks electricity, hard to know what's there, with your voice raised, your lips that snare, down broken streets, no one runs or hesitates, from sugar treats, you say I'm square, if singing's so great, why are you so unaware, of each passing day?

Jothree

We live or die I swear, first ones hit the line, others just don't care, no drama or lucky stars, our debts are high, the journey's always far, a moon bright under glare, each place lit with lights, no one hides in here, whoever makes a mark, another wonders why, there are no easy starts, lemon fears laid bare, rusty nails a birthright, weak are those who share, danger near or far, before any whispered sigh, for every day Jack Tar, bones are stripped bare, on walls sweating life, forget previous dares, this finishes any rights.

Jotu

On a bed that creaks, she listens to the rain, and turns to speak, this is not my tune, she says, the words are not new, the walls are washed green, a moon prevaricates, it knows where she's been, Paris and sunlit avenues, not somewhere Upstate, for Nostalgie de la Boue, wrapped in a cotton sheet, she pulls a long face, it reaches to her knees, outside's a Magnolia tree, this bed's like a cradle, you can smell the sea, sometimes she squeezes, from many a life taken, her manner so to speak, opens the pane.

Joe

You pull on your gloves, take your time, say you're no longer in love, remember the tune, that forgives broken lives, it still beats true, heaven's a cover, when you touch that line, don't reach it in blood, want me to comfort you, make the clock chime, fix up the bedroom, give to those who scrub, lead a generous life, not always the nub, like you'd never rue, the mysteries in your wine, hear the wind go boom, listen to what's above, shudder without a dime, fly like a released dove, it feels right.

Chrissie

When liars shout out rules, sing your own tunes, run away from pills, life is not some nosegay, that anyone can fill, to give you some headway, like money to every fool, find ways to laugh until. there's comfort in the Blues, sing them every day, they will never kill, the love you live aanyway, always dream of good news, don't worry at the chill, when you have to refuse, douse yourself with perfume, there'll always be bills, see your petals bloom, no need for love's curfew, to slake your thrills, act holy with silent moods, reduce yourself to nil.

Paul Three

Don't sing me your Blues, hammer on the wire, go and pay some dues, life isn't a stone, taken to the fire, you could even atone, whoever gives you the news, see what's for hire, find your own truth, nature in its bones, says poison your desires, you'll always come home, read all the books, they always inspire, stay away from the booze, your own piece of ruin, always aspire, to love red suede shoes, each little bit of you, that everyone requires, give them no clue, say you're no liar.

Paul Two

Not drunk to ask why, accept you've been chosen, before you can deny, laugh at all the crazes, that they try to provoke, with stupid phrases, sing instead your favourite lines, when time goes by unspoken, all in a heaven's cry, outside of your lazes, the tattered overcoat, those sweet days of praying, the grave comes in time, to verify love's soaking, clouds lower the sky, dreams settle in fazes, blow on your cold bones, dance away the traces, a flower by your side, just some little token, more than any pride, of being broken.

Paul

We live in a haze, sheltered from the wind, as stuck as cellophane, best not to moan, or set a new trend, life's just a loan, do we buck the rain, scour the land, for our perfect train, in our worn-out clothes, enjoy being kind, we're not on our bones, make a step change, let crying lie in, love's more than trade, when someone groans, says hope's in the bin, move out of that zone, chained to our days, we break free of sin, in greater ways, to understand?

Esme Three

If there are any good parts, I hear her say, they're in your heart, I look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything comes too soon, I'm cool but my eyes spark, wouldn't it be great, to make a new start, to live somewhere new, she listens but waits, doesn't need more truth, a psychiatrist by starts, emotion's just a name, I'll sell the car, she'll let it go that far, smiles and hesitates, kisses me beneath the stars, she tears me apart, I'm the fool you state, you're not so smart, she holds my face.

Esme Two

Water runs softly, there's a need for grace, to ease my swollen feet, strained in my moans, I settle at this place, heart against bone, have to leave the city, blown here by the rain, carry all that's with me, alone in this grotto, there are words to say, how to atone, for all the grim testimony, given me this day, that price is offertory, when fatuous jokes kill me, all the useless games, discretion becomes inventory, I want to receive, to throw away the cage, delighted to believe, the sunshine on my face.

Esme

Tunes jingle and she sways, my insides screech, need to make my case, between home and missing you, help me to say, what I most rue, my tear-streaked face, lemon blue by the sea, shows it's the way, we kill the truth, our own conceit, through constant hoops, other thoughts'll come late, eager to squeeze, memories from my lovers face, they echo my disgrace, a coward's retreat, without hope or shape, maybe there's a way, I can still feel easy, wiping clean the slate, claim my release.

Olivia

She laughs and hums a tune, says its stupid to lie, this is just what we do, like a dog with a bone, you don't want a fight, just leave it alone, we skirt what’s in the room, she gives another sigh, kids give her the blues, late at home, they carry a tortured why, don't let them roam, more like a whispered ooh, her failing highs, are what’s left to rue, guilty people do atone, but the same snuffled exercise, is a running nose, her shape in ruins, she beseeches the sky, what is she to do, take up flying?

Ollie

Brilliant stones, whisper your name, waters shift and groan, in trouble all you need, is solace every day, make sure you never feel, totally alone, cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, hold onto your creed, don't fall for gain, take holidays by the sea, Calcium's good for bones, try to stay sane, no one really atones, that bird who has needs, says it's not a game, sings that she's free, just let her go, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, no love without pain.

Francine Three

You're going nowhere, she doesn't want to gloat, paints her face dead slow, she has scraped my bones, has an Italian home, doesn't care for show, says she's suffered you know, in Paris or New York, keeping up this cheerful tone, since our time in Rome, men with iPhones, makes crowds at her door, we are leaving Palermo, Linguini and exorbitant loans, it takes energy to go, she's such a generous soul, working the blow, everyone she meets is Joe she fastens the rope.

Francine Deux

Times we thought to share, the yellow light of feasting, she dreams of nowhere, let others condone, that passing disease, of broken homes, more than any flair, she'll do what's needed, including what's fair, love's angry tones, sweeps down to her knees, like broken water, thoughts hide her despair, I know why she's leaving, the duties of care, a used loading stone, she stands by the sea, swears that it's over, at play or in prayer, she cries when released, wonders if she'll dare, s it isn't easy.