Sophie Three

Living here's no paradise, it never makes the news, this place doesn't splice, it could be great, stars and sea like perfume, stardust on our plate, all we need's a better life, show what we can do, maybe a wages hike, our songs still resonate, a feeling without the Blues, won't find a better rate, this barrio is our smile, all it holds is true, naked without lights, it is there to create, makes us sing anew, we won’t hesitate, to ditch these bitter rights, where we stick like glue, even the way we cry, stays within the loop.

Sophie Two

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, or written on the wall, if love holds true, knows which bells to strike, it’s because they love you, tell me you're not lonely, no matter how we fight, or beat our yellow bones, they call you Miss Fortune, pretty before your time, they don’t see your blues, the screams down a ‘phone, dreaming of paradise, a flame not at home, your big talented hue, that passes out of sight, when rain is due, clouds ride black and bold, across the winter sky, you sing less to fold, than fend off time.

Sophie

When you see a shining star, does it make you uneasy, shows you just how far, you’d kid and dodge, to stay as you please, in a warm hazy fog, post letters to the front, across a certain sea, let them cross that bar, it's not what you want, forget the cars, all the stuff you don't, pour water in my jar, make my fires decrease, tell me what's going on, like someone from afar, in a film by Spike Lee, music by Billy Maher, singing for eternity, you scatter all my needs, like ashes on the bar, a terrible intensity.

Chris Two

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, tell everyone I’m broke, echoes of an empty suitcase, another sad holiday, it's no news to me, at St Anthony’s alone, loss carries uncertainty, when you need loans, carried over till payday, you sink without trace, it’s my form of grace, songs of a dismal tone, lonely trains, whistle and moan, to begin again, lovers gone on 'planes, or down the Freeway, once a happy soul, reclaimed from the cafes, listen to this joke, I’m back in town again.

Chris

The year Lady passed away, I 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 are an angel, I didn't have a clue, you became my sage, arranged all the loans, brought me back anew, put jelly on my bones, before this game, I didn’t think of you, only what a waste, that she's gone, lost all she gave us, done, then you began to play, all my successful tunes, now it’s a different rage, another costume.

Emma Four

Crack is my baby, I accept her burnt cheer, it brings me the cradle, a city of stones, down avenues of tears, misery wears different clothes, love is my trade, handled without fear, a good girl these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing's too dear, except how I flow, who needs the shame, we have all the gear, I'm part of the fame, never a sideshow, let's make it clear, the past is well known, what is arranged, not allowed to come near, a cry that won't echo, in turbulent years.

Emma Three

Who hasn't thought, alone and vexed, about what we’ve been taught, a drink of wine, the burdens of text, anniversaries supine, what we could have bought, trying to live our best, life is short, with lovers Online, who’ll pop up next, wasting our time, generally divorced, lying through a spun web, drunk and overwrought, unspoken down the line, I'm sorely perplexed, love’s not a crime, cast a bed of noughts, a pregnancy test, is not to be forced, filed like the rest.

Emma Two

you have such giving ways, you bring me Bollinger, on my birthday, what can we do alone, without the sense, to live for our time, wine pours down my face, it’s like a Christening, you slice the Angel cake, are we here or gone, without a stitch to spin, laugh at the unknown, frazzle the waste, our jellied lives crowned, when called upon to pray, we roll and pitch astern, like rhythms of the sea, will our trips atone, on greatest days, awash with slips, find easy to celebrate, your beautiful spirit.

Emma

A painter of religious scenes, she dabs around a glaze, a thirty-year-old dream, regards the work she’s honed, never wise in this game, to think it’s set in stone, in yellow days of sunbeams, she even feels the same, images not what they seem, the canvas lets her roam, a sketch of wooden nails, in many ways she's gone, a matchstick in the sea, bobbing without a name, floating for eternity, work's too hard to own, the pull of certain days, in this ocean town, her body cries for relief, deep brown eyes are crazed, her mind is never easy, she nails another frame.

Davy Three

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, have their own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, our loving out of reach, each part of the gloam, is suddenly drained, somewhere I’m alone, you grab my feet, show me the way, my troubles cease, I'm windblown happy, I hold your face, forget the party, catch moments like these, it’s why I pray, buy me chips and mushy peas, listen to what I say.

Davy Two

My house lies in ruins, roses bow beneath the sky, death doesn’t bring truth, all Chefs die intestate, however, things may lie, better than my cupcakes, even God is not immune, when there's love inside, he won't be duped, fire burns in the grate, see them how they cry, laughter on their plates, it isn't me you fool, waving in the tide, seeking out the tunes, all our different ways, we leave out to dry, all my lovers' faces, they come to sing Boo Hoo, their poisoned eyes alight, a relieved and laughing crew, debts put aside.

Davy

In any place, when you figure it, there's always an Old Lady, while the kitchen shakes, chefs toil in fits, to get a living wage, they’re all on the make, with these new gadgets, that circle this space, my back is out the race, no mouth can spit, around this pain, it spins before my face, a lover in a launderette, puts me out the game, hangs me on a door frame, music from a Tablet, plays again and again, it'd be wrong to say, love doesn’t exist, but the wife and my mate, look like they’ve hit.

Monica Three

Sometimes with this pay, you just don't know, what it takes, the same with those, who forget to show, don't understand the flow, and when you say, give me a blow, another one turns up late, they break your bones, as if they know, you can’t get by alone, you really need a mate, sunlit hills come with stones, you'll have to wait, the café trade is slow, red wine’s not to waste, a crowded bar would atone, for some a happy day, listening to a jazz solo, a cigarette to taste, it brings me home.

Monica Two

In a supermarket yard, her lovely face etched, by rain and dark, worn not defeated, the trolley she leans across, where they take bets, a spirit brims with spark, put there to rest, it's a rare clerk, not put to the test, when clearing this park, to be at their best, she works at Waitrose, and shops in Netto, but life is so stark, she can never forget them, they don’t soar like larks, precise in their movement, says if there’s a chart, to make our corrections, give food to no marks, we are all vagrants.

Monica started again 17th April only to keep posting thru the crisis

Smoking a lucky star, chasing numbers, going out the door ajar, the same calendar, my sister says 'i wonder', she's a great heart, then she bought a car, near the Rotunda, should have seen her park, right from the start, out of kilter, she hits the tar, all in tears our Ma, ten years later, we still hear her laughter, it finishes our Da, the loss of a daughter, stores pictures in a barn, love always hungers.

Ellen Three

My vision comes quite late, it's not easy to believe, what I have to say, you rolled within my thunder, exploded like a spree, lost in moans and numbers, you'll find out one day, if you let me keep, plans you’ve thrown away, my mind is uncluttered, inside screech, who needs love, I won’t stand in the way, of your retreat, or make any last refrain, it makes you wonder, stones, graves, wreaths, who splits who asunder, the memory of your face, is easy to receive, the poetry of our days, always by the sea.

Ellen Two

Wouldn't it be great, to slide on fallen snow, spin slowly in the rain, say it's not a ruse, many a night that’s gone, what you never lose, don't worry about the gain, at supper ask for bones, scream for stuff each day, forgetting is our due, everything we blow, what’s given to the few, we’ll always die intestate, spit upon the loans, consider what remains, we can never choose, when we’re on the go, burn only low cost fuel, lips made to celebrate, great deeds where grasses grow, champagne cognac is our grace, put it all on show.

Ellen

You won't make me cry, one star is nothing new, between the moon and sky, do you enjoy being stupid, instead of cruel, in a universe of fools, don’t say it's all right, flush love down the sewer, give arsenic a try, it’s not my perfume, a song that refuses, to bring you the news, you’ll face the tides, without any view, when you’re up this high, it’s not lassitude, or your other mules, laughter makes true, bitter dreams by candlelight, give me just my due, angels soar the ocean wide, I’ll try a different tune.

Stevie Three

You can swear and blow, say it's never too late, to make your way home, but don’t spoil the soup, or worry about fate, you're no one’s fool, a rolling stone, gathers no weight, luck's when it rolls, come back soon, it’s better this way, before everything’s due, too close to the zone, what is it about you, that’s not alone, don’t mind the hooks, you'll always need loans, from my order book, you're too old to roam, nothing left to explain, no knife to your throat, at this broken gate.

Stevie Two

I ask is it right, other times don’t, why stars shine some nights, like a sense of grace, that marks our zone, when we're out this way, you stare into my eyes, the wind is black and cold, you’re gone in wine, kids and dogs are great, why go roaming, everyone can hear the gate, if you can’t stay now, call this place home, flame reins us in tight, hear me castigate, down a broken phone, accept my tirades, no matter how we fight, or strain our bones, I only chase the light, not to be alone.

Stevie

My Ma thumps the bar, she crumbles, he might bring his tart, no pine needles nor hay, bursts over these lovers, home or away, he’s crossed the park, lays out his troubles, right from the off, to sail on blue waves, a ship for a mother, that’s what he craves, he's ruined her heart, my girl says I wonder, where did it all start, not far away, love always fumbles, to remain the same, I still hear me Da, laughing like a jug, happy he’s not tarred, hung by rumours.

Elena Three

What else d'you need, make it the last dream, just leave me to bleed, consider me gone, busted or relieved, one day you’ll atone, hung out on the breeze, an Ocean of grief, won’t make you believe, think of the ghosts, who hang out in sympathy, they’re here in my bones, when you left the scene, under the purple trees, my eyes burst like seeds, you drink to forego, this terrible deed, has the cock crowed, what you once deemed, is hard to perceive, stowed like some luggage, into a creed.

Elena Two

It's useless to wait, I kiss to the bone, always strike late, never bother to heed, about your doings, no one makes me bleed, or gets in the way, I slay my ghosts, no matter what the waste, don’t talk of that scene, just leave me alone, your turn is to plead, it leaves me delicate, a song with broken tones, sealed in a crate, not in my creed, to keep you at home, if you want to succeed, the moon has a gaze, it knows what I've seen, the wind’s in the slates, it leavens the trees.

Elena

Poor without kindness, that forgets how to handle, those who slip, your search for the free, dangles like a spider, in songs on the wind, the way you kiss, makes my skin tingle, for better promises, so close to the sea, the sun marks your skin, nothing is witnessed, you are less spin, than you imagine, revealing your sins, please write to me, send me your laughter, until we meet, don’t insist, on making a film, it’s nothing to this, our life on the shingle.

Roberto Three

Can’t leave you alone, it's a disgrace, the way you’ve just gone, who do I trust, get out of this place, instead of gathering dust, hear in your tones, the nasty taste, you’ve shipped all the loans, other’s you’ve tossed, when you go away, unaware of the cost, you explore like a honeycomb, those who make, trips on their bones, can't hide what you’ve got, but do you have to take, everything you want, a promissory note, will show on your face, when you’re on the phone, this time you'll stay.

Roberto Two

How my voice is raised, now you turn me loose, no more hot summer days, I hate to be alone, trapped by my own curfew, exploding on the Metro, you’re no angel, bringing something new, to spike my rage, who pays the loans, for all the losers, listens to their usual groans, before you set sail , everything seemed good, on what we created, if you’re on your bones, I’ll turn the screw, on everything you own, now you’re away, what am I to do, slowly go crazy, on golden avenues?

Roberto

Coming by train last night, I swear it’s not easy, to keep love out of sight, you live in Naples, and rock me gently, tell me everything's OK, it's a perfect night, the moon’s over the sea, in your arms I cry, fresh linen at the table, the soul of lost seasons, what’s sought in a fable, we talk of a writer, called Lisa Passolini, you kiss me quietly, from the roof we’re able, to see Saint Peter's, patron saint of this place, voices drain and die, be whatever you can be, I soar like a kite, serene.

Alana Three

I don't want to know, if you really believe, I'll sink like stone, fall while you pray, consoled by your money, keep the house anyway, when I’m all alone, I’ll think of the sea, no one has to groan, I hear what you say, you pour out your soul, like a sad nightingale, about what you own, it’s a taste bittersweet, for bricks and loans, you ask why I’m late, to comfort your needs, you’re no one to state, I’m just skin and bone, if your life’s that easy, you’d better get going, I’m with the bees.

Alana Two

Love blows cold at night, howls in ancient places, waits for us to dine, when promises are broken, spirits dance a lonely flame, bring forth ancient tomes, it will be all right. what you need to say, is just give me time, beyond this anger zone, I’ll sacrifice fame, to places we both know, we’ll laugh in warmer times, no one here's to blame, part of me is crying, do what we can alone, who needs to betray, rivers rise on their own, don't turn silent, there’ll be love again, we’ll return like the tide, a leap on every wave.

Allana

Why don’t you redeem, the light in your smile, no more deceit, wolves howl at the moon, songs sung as a child, fight above an open tomb, words thrown to the sea, lost without signs, makes everyone believe, you ache for some truth, a power beyond my sight, that faithful you, no more bitter feeds, always catching at the fire, in whispered needs, winter fuel, a drink of wine, helps all our virtues, before you came for me, to tell me who’s right, you carry love eternally, it dances in my eyes.