Stevie

Me Ma stamps on tar, she crumbles, when he buys the car, no pine needles nor hay, bursts upon them like lovers, home or away, he’s crossed the arc, just trouble, right from the off, to sail on blue waves, a ship for a mother, is what he craves, he's ruined her heart, my girl says 'i wonder, where did that start? not far away, love always hungers, for trips on the train, I still hear me Da, laughing like a juggler, happy he’s not barred, our house full of rumour.

Elena Three

Whatever else you need, make it the last dream, leave me to grieve, consider me gone, neither busted or relieved, you’ll dance on my bones, hang me on the breeze, an Ocean or sea, if you hear me scream, when you walked me home, under lilac trees, my eyes were aglow, think how necessary, you want to tell me, are ghosts of your conceit, drink to atone, another broken scene, make me eat crow, what you once deemed, is cruel to perceive, now that you've given, all to receive.

Elena Two

It's useless to wait, a Knife to the bone, always strikes late, never safe to heed, what I've been doing, no one makes me bleed, or gets in the way, I slay my ghosts, no matter what the waste, say nothing about that scene, just leave me alone, my turn now to plead, it leaves me delicate, a song with broken tones, sealed in a freighter’s crate, it’s not my creed, to keep fear at home, when you want to succeed, the moon has a gaze, it knows what you've seen, the wind in the slates, fire on the breeze.

Elena

Just a game my sister, forget how to wrangle, those who miss ships, your search for the free, hangs like a spider, in songs of the wind, the way you kiss, make my eyes cringe, for better promises, so close to the sea, the nearer your frankness, nothing carefree, you are less spin, each line you imagine, rowing the Isthmus, you won’t write to me, or give me waffle, if it’s not to be, why do you insist, the shock of the single, is nothing to miss, for life on the shingle?

Roberto Three

Wouldn't it be great, to slip like fallen snow, into soothing rain, say it's not a ruse, that fatal one night gone, ask what's the use, don't worry about gain, at supper ask for bones, mumble how we’ll pay, forget our dangled blues, or the need to show, we’re ready for the duel, always walk in state, spit upon the loans, celebrate what remains, we can never lose, won't say we’re let down, it's only what we do, your hands with rings oblate, cafe's where flowers grow, champagne cognac to chase, it's all ours to blow.

Roberto Two

Now my voice gets raised, just don’t turn me loose, no more hot summer days, I hate to be alone, trapped in my own curfew, on forgotten streets or Metro, you’re no angel, bringing something new, to stoke my rage, you brought me the loans, the party losers, the flirty girl groans, before you set sail, everything seemed true, on what you created, when you’re on your bones, they’ll turn the screw, on everything you own, now you've gone away, can't get past the Blues, I shrink day by day, on golden avenue.

Roberto

Coming by train last night, I swear it’s not easy, to put love out of sight, she lives in Naples, rocks me gently, tells me everything's OK, it's a perfect night, the moon rides the sea, in her arms, I cry, fresh linen and sable, the soul of lost seasons, my money on the table, she talks of a writer, called Lisa Passolini, and kisses me quietly, from the roof we’re able, to see Saint Peter's, I feel the poor flailing, their voice catches flight, be what you want to be, soar like a kite, serene.