Zari

Will they bind my feet, use me in the old ways, understand my deeds, i leave it upto you, with your demented dreams, how to play this tune, as memory of home fades, will you let me see, those somnolent graves, of someone else's purlieu, in gardens of Gethsemane, don't ignore the few, in acts of love lie grace, when we struggle to greet, bring phosphate to our days, in songs as fine as lace, my voice is full of ease, somewhere in its trace, falls among the free.

Yuna

She dances on Hawaii, that's what she'd like to do, can we give it one more try, a love that's blown, by trade winds back to you, makes it the last throw, worms of the cemetery cry, quarantine as their due, every night the same fight, and you my lover throw, lies at every truth, that reach inside my bones, you could never say Hi, or walk suburban avenues, your tome's beyond the sky, a shipwreck looks for signs, don't sit and sing the Blues, or ask a pirate why, the perfume that you choose.

Zika

You say 'get me high, as if i'm on the plane', we thank you for the great divine, all the blessings he bestows, touch and feel of rain, are you on the ropes, you say you've had your time, as if it's a culmination, it's better not to lie, now you're going home, will you take a train, or with herring gulls blow, down Galveston's western side, where they know about pain, when something's not right, my wrist around you slides, now you're on your way, don't wait upon the tide, life begins today.

Yuta

Don't hurt me in the old way, another chance to understand me, make soft and gentle forays, Nitro Glycerine is your tone, i understand your plea, you are scared to be alone, always frightened slow to grace , a ball of oppressive feet, no act of love guides your day, but somewhere in your bones, you will have to face, the damage you have sown, who is this tune for anyway, you whistle near the sea, happiness you say, is it what you crave, in order to set me free, is this how you praise, to choke on hopeless dreams ?

Yaya

If we're good we will address, all the love we're holding still, by train or water to confess, take time out to pray, where we'll drink our fill, GPS to mend our heartache, shape our days on roads at best, our eyes beyond the hills, help us face each duress, desert bones a skeletal frame, a map, some water, we are shrill, at the sight of early rain, who decides to give us rest, will a ship bring a thrill, our flight to change address, hope's more than any caress, with other nights to kill, fix our battered compass, keep us going 'till.

Yosa

Place south east of Baltimore, what it means to be, outside fire know the score, no windmills on hills nearby, just a dirty little creek, what do you expect to find, measure wine or the law, you can’t wriggle easy, from this institutional core, there's a collective cry, why build places like these, the waste they describe, certainly don't you moan, or try to seem deep, to take life on the jaw, she listens to the roar, her family on the cheap, she is going home, she wishes by the sea.

Yanka

Without a Sou or Dime, i don't like who I've been, darkness fills my crimes, I've chewed on bones, when fighting fills the screen, screamed to bring it on, first she leaves good wine, a rug around my knees, who can mess with her designs, but i won't atone, off my face on crazy C, instead gather up the rope, her spirit makes me cry, she's like someone from the sea, every day I think i'll try, I really mean it this time, can't take the third degree, scowl at this special of mine, who laughs at my unease.