Dave Three

Cocaine is our lady, we accept her burnt cheer, it brings us the cradle, turns a city to stone, down avenues so clear, we wear different bones, love is our trade, we handle it without fear, like fried halloumi these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing’s too dear, what we crave most, pick up the shame, we just need the gear, for all of our forays, never willed or on show, no need for tears, face nightmares unknown, anyone who says, there’s no need for tears, I’ll show them what’s rage, in these turbulent years.

Chris

The year Lady passed away, I couldn't get past the blues, was sunken day by day, I hated to be alone, or see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you were an angel, I haven't got a clue, how to deal with rage, you arranged the loans, introduced me to the crew, put jelly on my bones, before this game, I only thought of you, and what you created, when you started to waste, useless cooking food, it has a different taste, your tune still resonates, in all that I do, even in this digital age God bless the loving fool.

Rosa Two

Who hasn't thought, alone and perplexed, worrying about what we’ve bought, over a drink of wine, the burdens of text, Birthdays, parties, Valentines, other stuff we’ve caught, from mouths of the vexed, ask what’s the score, with men Online, who will pop up next, demanding our time, generally divorced, wearing a vest, drunk and overwrought, it's me at the shopping mall, staring at the best, will anyone give a call, firmly click their jaws, these resurrections tests, supposed to be joyous, are just like the rest.

Rosa

She has such a giving way, she brings me Bollinger, on Christmas Day, what can we do alone, without repentance, in circumstances of our own, wine pours down my face, it’s like a Christening, she cuts the Angel cake, are we here or gone, she hasn't got a pot to piss in, we laugh at the unknown, choose to live or waste, call our lives as witness, poured upon to pray, she stumbles down the road, like a totem off the sea, those trips on our bones, are my greatest days, when not scared shitless, gives the ease to celebrate, a lovely spirit.

Alex Two

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance at Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, they look after their own, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, all our loving at Crosby, every part of our home, suddenly drained, now we're alone, you grab my sleeve, pull me to the Bay, my troubles ease, by the wind brown estuary, I hold your face, think like Fernandghetti; catch horizons like these, you wonder why I pray, buy me chips and peas strip away Cocaine.

Alex

Your house beyond the dunes, roses rise beneath the sky, death won’t bring you ruin, all chefs die intestate, fashioned dishes may lie, it’s better than the prostrate, even God is not immune, he takes each love aside, won't be duped, fire burns the oven grate, don't tell me how you cried, smoke rises from the hot plate, it isn't me but you, dying in the tide, don't you know you fool, with all your shades of blue, you left me hanging out to dry, all the lovers too, they come to say how are you, pillowed troubles slight, a laughing kitchen crew, debts gone from their eyes.

Dave Two

In any cafe', when you figure it, there's always the odd flake, where the kitchen shakes, chefs boiling in fits, forget about the wage, they’re all on the make, with their new gadgets, that go in this place, my back’s in outer space, no hands can fit, around the pain, it spins before my face, like a launderette, puts me out the game, hanging on a door frame, music from a playlist, holds me up this way, it'd be a cheek to say, love doesn’t exist, when my wife and my mate, act like they’ve hit.

Dave

By the garden door, of Saint Phillip Neri, he sees the poor, cross Catherine Street, in their eyes need, linen washed clean, the soul of lost hordes, some hold a weed, they laugh as they walk, who needs a divvy, when food is cheap, the beggar's party, all of them taught, you need no inquiry, when the truth is caught, then buried, and each part of thought, has been curried, to a perfect nought, that’s to identify, between now and what's sought, the moon and the sea ?

Mona Three

Sometimes with this place, you just don't know, if you’re going to make it, the same with those, who forget to show, don't understand where they go, just when you pray, give me a blow, another one turns up late, how they break your bones, when they know, you can’t get out alone, really need a mate, sunlit hills come with stones, I'll have to wait, this café trade is slow, red wine’s not to waste, a crowded bar would atone, it’s a happy day, listening to a jazz solo, a cigarette to taste, an atmosphere of home

Mona Two

In a supermarket yard, lovely face washed, by rain and river salt, dressed always decent, her trolley for a cross, she sees them lay blankets, spirits without a spark, they sit there to rest, it's a rare clerk, not put to the test, when clearing this park, not to think of the lost, they all do at Primark, she shops in Lidle, but life is so stark, she can never forget them, they are like larks, next to the chapel, if there’s ever a chart, to pause for a moment, bring food to no marks, each of us vagrant.

Mona this starts here the new re- iteration

Smouldering like a star, chasing numbers, leaving the place ajar, a different calendar, her boss says 'i wonder', she's a great heart, then she bought a car, made it trouble, he won't let her off, right from the start, bewildered, she floods the bar, her Ma, ten years after, still hears her laughter, she could have gone far, surrendered, smashed lipstick on, sees it in her Da, terrible to be a mother, under a borrowed tarp, love always hungers

Grace

My vision arrives too late, it's not easy to believe, what I have to say, you rolled within my thunder, exploded like a tree, lost in moans to numbers, you'll find out one day, if you let me keep, plans you’ve thrown away, my mind is so uncluttered, wild birds screech, who needs love, I won’t stand in the way, of a cowards retreat, make it last to date, it makes you wonder, stones, graves, wreaths, who splits who asunder, memories of your face, are not easy to read, the poetry of your days, flies away from me.

Adam Three

Wouldn't it be great, to dance on fallen snow, to gurgle with the rain, say it's not a ruse, a fatal night that’s gone, what it is got loose, don't worry about gain, at supper ask for bones, search for stuff to pay, forget it is our due, or the need to show, our party is the duel, we’ll always walk in State, spit upon the loans, consider what remains, we can never choose, when we’re up or down, we only burn low fuel, lips are made to celebrate, great deeds where jungles grow, champagne cognac is our grace, no one need ever know.

Adam Two

Please don't make me cry, one star is nothing new, between the moon and sky, enjoy being stupid, instead of cruel, in a universe of fools, don’t say it's all right, to flush me down sewers, give arsenic a try, it’s not my perfume, a song that oblates you, breathe sweetly in tune, you’ll face the tides, without any view, when you’re up this high, it’s not lassitude, or other tools, laughter makes you crude, bitter dreams by candlelight, give me just my due, angels split this ocean wide, I’ll come back for you.

Adam

I won't leave you alone, know every move you make, even when you lie entombed, Oh do it if you must, get out of this place, instead of gathering dust, just enough of you gone, to leave a nasty taste, when you skip from loans, it’s another loss, when looked at this way, aware of every cost, you file like a honeycomb, someone who craves, regular trips on the bone, can't hide what you’ve got, what is left to take write whatever you want, on Blue promissory notes, stamp it on your stone, is it you, you fake, can't you alter tone?

Stevie Three

You can swear and blow, say it's never too late, to make your way home, don’t piss in the soup, or worry about fate, you're no one's fool, a rolling stone, there’s no more escape, luck's when dice roll, it better come soon, things change this way, everything becomes due, too close to the zone, what is it about you, who’s not alone, don’t mind the looks, you'll always need loans, from those who spread news, you're too old to roam, nothing left to explain, no knife to your throat, suffer their gaze.

Stevie Two

Some nights I ask why, other times don’t, why stars shine all night, is it a sense of grace, that marks our credit zone, when we're out this way, you stare into my eyes, the wind is black and cold, then you’re gone in wine, the kids and dogs are great, why go roaming, no one hears the gate, if you can’t say now, I’ll call this place home, flame starts with a light, hear me castigate, down a broken phone, accept my tirades, no matter how we fight, or strain our hungry bones, we're only rolling dice, not to be alone.

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.

Alsana Three

I don't want to know, if you really believe, I'll dance on your bone, sink while you pray, consoled by your money, keep the house anyway, when you're all alone, will you think of the sea, no one hears you groan, or listens when you say, you’ve poured out your soul, along our highway, what you really own, is a taste bittersweet, for bricks and loans, you ask why I’m late, to comfort your greed, who are you to blaze, it’s only wood and stone, if it’s that easy, I need to get going, wear widow's weeds.

Allsana Two

Love blows warm at night, howls in ancient places, waits for light to slide, when promises are broken, spirits name their own names, call out to ancient stones, it will be all right, is all you need to say, just give me time, beyond this war zone, we can sacrifice fame, to others we both know, laugh in gentler climes, it’s to no one’s shame, part of me is dying, a flame burning low, who can you blame, rivers rise on their own, don't turn silent, we'll find home again, return us on the tide, treasure every day.

Alsana

If you would only redeem, what lights my smile, no more deceit, wolves howl at the moon, phrases used as a child, some cloak an open wound, words thrown to the sea, lost without signs, make everyone believe, what aches for truth, a power beyond my sight, brings better news, no more a bitter feed, always taking flight, in whispered needs, mother's ruin, is supposed to align, all our virtues, before you came for me, they told me it’s right, that love travels eternally, before my eyes.

James Three

A smile on his face, he says he’ll carry on, can’t turn away, a horizon once bright, he navigates over bones, feels it's right, maybe take a train, like a lover that's gone, it came once his way, the picture's not kind, could cry but he won't, no place to make light, why thoughts work this way, he’ll never understand, here on the pave, within a city's sight, hardly a sound, under a summer sky, bets he could make, tied to the stove, there’s nothing to gain, by going home.