Raymond

Forget all these clowns, that come to woo her, many without elan, as loud as her woes, ships blow their hooters, every song sings of home, not just her gown, that makes them swoon, who can fault her tan, she glides without throne, in bars full of huwers, she'd rather be alone, nothing’s quite by chance, her eyes are ruined, but everything comes to pass, barefoot she raises a laugh, what can they do to her, with hard countenance, strange in these ocean towns, these faded boozers, no sight of her crown, only the sewer.

Martina Four

You'll pay a heavy score, my face is savage blue, love is swollen raw, no sense of ease, always in your Queue, you never do say please, I’m not divined by whores, sitting here in the gloom, a footfall for your cause, it’s bad on this street, no one hears good news, only someone scream, I hack at lonely chores, turn my life askew, sweat in furious pause, why shout and swear at me, spitting out your spume, only fools don’t heed, Christ, you rage and score, you never were my glue, praying at some lonely door, I’m already over you.

Martina three

Is water in your blood, in this house of whispers, who says it does no good, places you want to claim, don't need a chorus, gentle hearts along the freeway, smothered by time go bust, leave someone here a bonus, be prepared for this, find another brain, simply do what time insists, knowledge is always pain, maybe you need a tug, sail away without a ship, when rain feels like dust, search for love again, walk the middle distance, never bow to shame. an Ocean never floods, why make a fuss, there's life in this'hood, plenty for all of us.

Martina Two

Is this how we imitate, our inventive best, when we twist and shake, open every door, to mend our fences, wake up sore, fuelled with what we take, like all the rest, we won’t hesitate, fools sing for applause, faith brings us to the test, does two and two make four, the night's cool probate, scatters our innocence, no matter what cost relates, the drunken poor, ask for our presence, leave us the floor, the search for gain, is the cask they blend, don’t send them away, they're our new friends.

Martine

Is this really the place, to ask the reason why, my love's ashamed, the haze of loss and show, he beats out his time, nowhere else to go, soaked on an island main, desolate in his cry, he always tries to calculate, what I need to know, no longer beats the sky, wooden box or one-way blow, when he jumps rail, boxcar irons safe to climb, eschews the spikes of jail, his lips won’t go, near this sweetheart’s tie, witness the gentle furrow, no easy way to fake, what hurts him deep inside, takes it to his grave, eyes open wide.

Sean Four

Do you think when beat, perhaps with a common air, you can rescue everything, if love’s the same, heaven’s a place to share, with my good name, when in depths of need, have a go at taking care, it's not easy being free, getting there’s the game, never short of pleasure, when it's up the lane, I know how to keep, a wooden face on stairs, bars are my sole conceit, anyone I can tame, mould on hard chairs, maybe use the chains, will anyone see, the gaps between my hair, eyes lit up like kerosene, my breath gone somewhere?

Sean Three

Don't say get a grip, when I fail down below, let another moment slip, I don't need drugs to pray, sooth my bones, my quest to get away, stowaways have surly lips, manacles of wretched homes, others take a coin and flip, tired jokes and spirits flay, on 49 different time zones, lies in everything they say, they make your eyes dip, will consumptive hollows, take another nip, won’t know how I sleep, if I can act grown, when faith takes a leap, wonder if I make this trip, will the wind moan, nail me in a coffin ship, c'mon baby let’s go.