Chris

The year Lady passed away, couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, I wanted to be alone, not see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you became my angel, I didn't have a clue, you washed my thoughts away, arranged all the loans, bought me different costumes, put jelly on my bones, before this game, I didn’t think of you, only what a waste, where would I call home, my head went loopy loo, I acted like a drone, then you began to erase, all my bitter tunes, more than any mate, got me on the crew.

Dave Brown

Face down any claim, your stars won’t refuse, once more outrageous fame, you who wonder why, worldly canons of virtue, always make me sigh, this is no mug’s game, TV blares fake news, chases me through my days, spins the constant lie, let them sing the blues, for all their crass disguise, hardships on the way, nothing’s here to rue, catch them on the make, only fools rely, beyond the swollen hype, look them in the eye, always meet their gaze, this lottery card’s for you, I’m tired of talking plain, heavy with some truth.

Iain

All of you make jokes, don't disturb my waves, worry if I’ll cope, never stoop to choose, or firmly swim away, think how much you’ll lose, you are not dopes, to encourage easy ways, as if you had no scope, if you want good news, let others stand and gape, what I say is true, because you moan and mope, note every bitter phase, down every coming slope, it won’t separate the numbers, for distant tides or sail, ships can leave without you, some things can’t be undone, never is too late, to face you here alone I would call it grace.

Roberta

Forget all the clowns, that come to woo you, half of them in chains, as loud as your woes, ships blow hooters, every song sings of home, not just in their dance, but down each avenue , who can fault your elan, a queen without a throne, bars are full of losers, you’d rather be alone, nothing comes by chance, your chimes maybe fewer, but forget about the past, barefoot walk on stones, you would never refuse, a game of Bingo in yellow stripey clothes, aboard a Yankee schooner, no need for ballroom gowns, to make them swoon.

John

Say your life’s so unfair, many a seed is sown, then again what’s shared, if you bring the sea, to face the bright unknown, you’ll find what’s meant to be, in someone’s loving care, drink it down and feel, what you need is more, is this fixed image real, were you ever born, to feel such loving need, when someone makes a dare, do you moan, dance unsteadily on chairs, throw away your keys, mask with scorn, any wanton creed, give us your daily prayer, make us warm as toast, don’t be scared, talk always has a cost

Carney

Your face set like stone, asks how it’s to be, tell me all you know, chipped away by time, the daily useless commentary, I try to answer that, neck splashed with shaving foam, problems hang around me, stretched out like a photo show, on Sunday's I drink wine, until time freezes, when your turbulent mind, plays tunes that suddenly echo, and dance inside me, struggle now to focus, my house on the train line, the bottom of a road, where I smell the limes, as my body loudly groans, as if carefree, makes an appeal to microphones, watches morning TV?

Marky

Dream tunes won't hurt, enough to crack, our happy café’ world, silken tents you've thrown, never collapse, held fast by metronomes, plates you sometimes hurl, nothing keeps me back, sweet talk makes you curl, this life is not our own, in many ways it's crass, consider that part gone, I’m not perturbed, how much time has passed, which flags are left unfurled, restraint is constant hope, will you hold me fast, nothing's worth the slope, old songsters sing or burn, set me on the path, turn the flame down, make it last.