Sam Three

What’s your crime a vision that runs, easy with the wine, don’t get bitter, what passes for love, won’t tolerate this, forget broken lives, that sing in your blood, they’re all other tithes, that you sip, with swollen gums, need to change grip, entwine, silence or scrub, others that climb, no more lifts, hands that you scrub, illusory hits, hear the clock chime, another drop of rum, remember the time, pull-on oven gloves.

Sam Two

Dance in poor men's shoes, sing songs on the wire, always pay your dues, if no one 'phones, don’t burst a tyre, you know where to go, each little bit of you, faced with their ire, says here is the truth, life isn't a stone, you leave in the fire, no one gets by alone, it's your choice of ruin, sings louder than a choir, love’s just a shoo-in, know in your bones, when others conspire, there'll always be home, to bring you the news, tell who's for hire, give life some truth, you're not a liar.

Sam

A flower at your side, just a little token, held with great pride, ribbons in your hair, stuff that you know, won’t go nuclear, stupid to ask why, you've been chosen, your turn to fly, deny all the hurt, memories not golden, outside of your lair, a wounded heart's cry, shrunken or coaxed, will never deny, all that you share, warm in your soaking, pale sunlight flares, sing favourite lines, know that love's spoken, a cloud sails the sky, you are unbroken.

Fion Three

A line on her face, says she’ll carry on, won’t turn away, a horizon once bright, she navigates alone, feels that it's right, maybe take a train, like a lover who's gone, it came once this way, the picture's not kind, she could cry but won't, no place to make tight, she’ll work it this way, never understand, life on the pave, within the city’s light, hardly a sound, under a wet sky, who would bet anyway, tied to the stones, there’s nothing to gain, by going home.

Fion Two

Memories of your face, so eager so sweet, the state of your grace, you recoil at my thunder, my very conceit, a man fixed by number, they called me too late, eager to squeeze, the life where you lay, a path uncluttered, my insides heave, my storm-tossed lover, you went out one day, while I was asleep, my dreams fall away, it’s a conundrum, wreaths, stones, grave, who splits who asunder, I hear you say, Just walk and smile easy, just break away, now you’re released.

Fion

Brilliant bones sculpture your frame, spring’s in full flow, you want to be free, it’s always the same, how to stay happy, dance on the blow, sail full-on to fame, others will follow, taste salt by the sea, fools leave the game, not what you believe, to number each crumb, or circle each day, only say that it’s done, stones and glass pieces, drunken oblates, sing like the priests, as if they don’t know, how to take share blame, fly away like the crows, into the rain.

Kenny Three

Hails all who come by, laughs and hums and frisks, says you’ve got to try, he stays cheerful at home, occasionally bangs the lids, always on the go, his life starts to fry, crying for what he’s missed, some waste all their lives, others walk the stones, searching for a kiss, like he's done before, forget the better times, all the truths that list, bars, rain, days of tides, dreams he can’t postpone, sometimes turn to piss, a path you can’t go down, whoever owns the night, or the wind hushed mist, makes you wonder why, days are ruled by kids?