Gena

Dancing alone you never say, i am cold in my bones, my daily struggle too late, at least by railway lines, waiting to atone, a thought goes wrong this time, it seems like making crazy, drifting like the Holy Ghost, it’s just my little way, stations don't get you high, or really can't condone, when you start to wonder why, tut as clocks hesitate, eyes hide the inner groan, but still take the strain, I'm beyond any delay, first class ticket or iphone, staying alive by rails, wishing you were home.

Galina

Sometimes you can’t explain, what hurts you deep inside, telling someone to their face, nothing in your eyes to gain, but an unforgiven lie, the way your lips feign, truth to a lover unbowed, or see her cheeks rise, gentle as she's proud, where she once jumped rail, found places safe to climb, beyond the walls of jail, a woman of love and rage, she beat out her time, tho' didn’t cap the flame, now she wears a shroud, no longer berates the sky, wooden box to the ground, is this really the place, to ask the reason why, uneven love blue as rain, desolation in your cry ?

Fara

She worries if anyone sees her, and wonders about her feet, each step taken with care, if she feels love, she knows it’s not to keep, dreams of that place above, every prayer takes her there, bars are her sole conceit, terrible singers hard chairs, raised every night to shove, when morning she's green, gets dressed feels the rub, if heaven is a place to share, those depths of need, she'll have a go at getting there, a wooden place that's fair, not somewhere beat, perhaps with a communion air, it'll rescue everything.

Franzi

Yes, go on, watch me dance, you know about horses, but never how to ask, what you do with lovers, let them run the course, it's no worse than others, you smoke in a trance, see me sing myself hoarse, talk of an interesting past, dark glasses blue clothes, you always played the form, a face parlez vous morose, in your life on the Bourse, gates always ready to force golden hands for balance, this is no racing romance, love doesn't take that form, rake over what is past, can you bet some more ?

Fianna

When the wind blows a groan, who cares if we miss our ship, dance like prisoners borne, broken clothes and spirits frayed, wayward sentiments seek to slip, bad breath everything they say, will consumptive Europe, want wet or dry lips, care how much we atone, give us drugs hear us pray, care to ask how's our grip, bilge abroad we sink today, cry by berths soothe our bones, stowaways who'll surely skip, manacles of wretched homes, If it's like this in Barcelone, what's the point of another trip, strangers grasp you from below, tell you get a grip.

Fernadina

My time is lost in family, afraid of kids, padres, me ma, our field all closed and empty, which of my hands did you cross, outside the toilet boulder jar, in sun struck brick to unlock, the fire within my story, no one saw my scars, my wall of scarlet worry, set each time within my loss, like the fields and crops, rode me like a car, each blue Monday, didn't know when to stop, our unspoken territory, ruined by broken forfeits, my fuel is gone, it's easy to see, fear comes from the dark.

Fadila

Strumpet times measured in years, are going to be different lady, how we got to spill our tears, nothing here to divine, why we leave the city by train, through long journeys of night, Sorrow is not our gear, we accept it this way, but just bail out of here, ease of love keeps us high, this is not what we trade, don't confuse that other time, shows us what not to fear, no need to feel ashamed, by some troubled busted queers, tell me to steer well clear, not to go money crazy, remind me of Aquinas dear, heal my wounds,find a way.