Catherine

I'll gamble it all away, don't care what you do, you can't stop this age, in winter's iron maw, there is no Neptune, just a shallow thaw, watch ships in the bay, work is just a ruse, to salt away our rage, everyone's a whore, sad song's ring on cue, what a cache they hoard, smoke Camels in the rain, every trick in use, it’s all such a game, love comes tied with cord, I don’t really hate you, why make me roar, this generation’s betrayed, TV reveals bitter news, we could fill our grave, with all their shoddy goods.

Danny Three

My song is dead good mojo, It may be flawed, but I know the score, my love’s like a flea, whoever takes the tour, always lands on me, join this band of lonely, a lender of last resort, I won't leave you alone, each tune a jumping bean, brings you back for more, don’t you dig this scene, dance in my zone, like you did before, our time is never done, it dances on the sea, your hair shines the floor, say hello to sweet dreams, I will smooth your bones, bring peace to the poor, temper your groans, sooth every sore.

Danny Two

You ask me what's new, never one to help the poor, always smart on cue, you won’t say please, confined to any floor, no sense of ease, wherever there’s a queue, you’ll work that door, bust any curfew, bad guys on the street, never make you pause, when you hear the screams, of a life detenue, handing out the chores, such stories make you Blue, who knows where you've been, with all your gorgeous whores, you will never need, to be someone’s glue, drinking like some Commodore, your head full of tunes, working out the score.

Danny

You come to us in bits, say ice’s in your blood, somehow nothing fits, try to make the claim, that your words never stood, much beyond the Pale, who cares about yellow lists, you want to do good, but chained by your kids, you wait another day, some gap in life to plug, need another holiday, simply do what they insist, it won’t drive you nuts, give your days a lift, act like someone crazy, who needs to make a fuss, love caters for every taste, in this house of whispers, do what you must, no one needs a chorus, our door is never shut.

Sandy Three

Never one to search for gain, every task lent, don't you ever feel the rain, or get sore, putting up the old defence, foxing at the door, no matter what it takes, you’re always present, to ungrateful ‘snakes, fools that sing for applause, you drink like the rest, know the score, no need to remonstrate, to bring out our best, what a player you make, two and two is four, you scatter us then, never ask for more, but when the night breaks, your investment spent, all those cool fakes, will they pay the rent?

Sandy Two

You always try to calculate, what’s squirrelled safe inside, beyond ideas of waste, who it is you treat, a far from common cry, when life is never breezy, your lips won’t fake, neither can they lie, stood before the magistrate, if only they could see, instead of wishing to deny, what makes you be, terrible supplies of opiates, vodka tonics crusty wines, who needs them anyway, try to follow easy, the winter in warm climes, Oceans that make you scream, when you choose to rave, can't forego what’s on the line, nor his lordship’s taste, drink Bacardi Lime

Sandy

What hurts most inside, something in your face, eyes open wide, all you need to know, no longer drums like rain, on a lover’s furrow, next to this sweetheart's lies, I see you look away, speechless turn aside, a million ways to show, absolve him of all blame, there’s nowhere else to go, dishevelled in your cries, a pirate on the Main, the barometer continues to slide, drink away your woes, you once jumped rail, whisky face aglow, try to step aside, maybe go to Spain, don’t ask for reasons why, just be on your game.