Norman

Stand by my unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, shaking, i wait like a tramp, listen to some muted song, who would ever negate, a need to belong, better take a chance, if I play this game, the rest of it is Pants, hoping I'm not wrong, looking at the panes, stream down a naked bar, ask how much this path, will shuffle my remains, no more wounds to lance, someone will come along, say Heh Norm come the day, conjure up a mighty dollar, cigarettes and laughs, beer sipped like champagne, here life lets us dance, singing in the rain.

Nancy

Wouldn't it be great, to forget how much we owe, celebrate what remains, kick the need to long, at rivers skim the stones, within us all our song, I watch for the rain, tumble down a naked slope, keep us from the drains, we'll just bumble along, fly with what we know, assenting that we're strong, fling the watch away, shiny as the fallen snow, trains arrive anyway, you never let me down, or worry about the loan, I need no gown, red lips ornate, rooms where flowers grow, pints and whisky chasers, I never feel alone.

Nora

I feel the joy of praise, see the creep of moon, new horizons can be great, you say you have to go, always play the fool, laugh like a bag of stones, not content with any place, or weeping over single truth, life is what we make, you want to go alone, not enough here for you, no one still at home, these walls are never grey, don't go where's its Blue, there is still our lake, its not a game of thrones, take me if you want to, but not as a loan, since you've been away, i don't know what to do, but each night pray, the sea still surrounds you.

Nala

Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, northern cities aren't nice, could as well be space, stars and sea like glue, put some food on our plate, all we seek's a better life, accept what we can do, to shelter all their spite, our song still resonates, a feeling far from Blue , wait till you see my weight, the village is our life, always something for you, not window naked transport lights, this is what we create, to sing with our crew, we don't hesitate, home is our easy night, where we look for truth, maybe it's the way we cry, longing for the South.

Martha

Some nights i ask why, if we can ever atone, stars burn out like fire, might as well be Mars, for our credit zone, we're still that far, your gaze within my sight, the wind black and cold, gone another time, if its kids and dogs you want, don't get stoned, just stay where you are, when you hear me cry, running from a broken phone, it's not enough to sigh, get a rusty car, to bring you back home, a flame is not a war, no matter how we fight, or strain our yellow bones, a pretty boy doing right, . U can call me miss Shalome. this ship's a place of virtue we sail amongst the known, how to light the fuse, make prayer of our lives, steer an even tone, shattered by sweet perfume, temptations that we know, you are my light, there never can be issues. only we decide, gate, play,great enslave delgate dazed and grey who provides our lady we'll just bumble along, fly with what we know, assenting that we're strong, fling the watch away, shiny as the fallen snow, trains arrive anyway, on rivers skim the stones to never feel alone. wouldn't it be great, 1.remains 3 Beat down my walls, fists amidst the rain, stand at infirmary's door, thank god for strong bones, you are my pain, always searching for home, what are you doing this for, go away on a train. I'm not divined by whores why can't you atone, dance away the shame, blow love down a trombone, you chant away the score, your face a savage shade I'll pay you roar, don't spit on the floor, spinning out your games, no one needs you anymore, you always miss the goal, never want to say, your time is too raw, face yourself again. love is raw, feel the middle distance you'll never make the Ritz or show her tits dancing in the Blitz begging at the door 4 , 5 live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only that time, same silver moon singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

Maisie

You scatter all my deeds, like ashes on the bar, say it brings serenity, blowout all my pay, then fly afar, what a terrible waste, clinging to the sea, like someone in a jar, will others set you free, it's a different age, I drive a fancy car, but still hesitate, it doesn't fill my need, that warm hazy fog, a path to childhood dreams, dancing on the waves, all the stuff you're not, lands among the wreckage, songs aren't good for me, instead they leave a scar, , holy water in my drink, , what's going on ?

Miriam

Before my fame, i only thought of you, and what you created, shadows make strokes, against this failing truth, shocked that i'm broke, you started to waste, those successful tunes, in that different age, at the hospice alone, loss shapes your gloom, down to your bones, reclaimed from the cafe's, i would have bloomed, made everyone gay, sung a simple refrain, lonely men soothed, whistling and happy, to begin again, it's hardly new, down the Freeway, I've lost a few.