Abner

Since you've been away, i don't know what to do, but each night pray, you break the reddened stone, its all finished for you, no one still at home, to watch the time of day, hear it sing the blues, nothing more to say, you said you had to go, always played the fool, laughed like a bag of bones, your walls are now grey, where's your tobacco, you've eaten all your cake, confined within that space, what is there of truth, lilac as a broken snowflake, you feel the joy of praise see the creep of moon, new horizons not that great, take it as your due. they drive you away alone, to where life is short, rage against the Blues, in this summer light, the sea still surrounds you, you leave without a stone, home provides no clue, no book or i'phone, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, say what they can't do, you try to condone, all cards marked, you're not that far, just land down the freeway or stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, if you want to get that far, not what you delegate, from the promenade bar, i thought you were great,

Amanda

Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, northern cities aren't nice, could as well be space, stars and sea like glue, put some food on our plate, all we seek's a better life, accept what we can do, to shelter all their spite, our song still resonates, a feeling far from Blue , wait till you see my weight, the village is our life, always something for you, not window naked transport lights, this is what we create, to sing with our crew, we didn't hesitate, home is our easy night, where we look for truth, maybe it's the way we try, longing for the South./ longing for what we soothe

Alma

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, or written on the wall. if love holds true, knows which bells to strike, then i love you, tell me you're not lonely, no matter how we fight, or strain our yellow bones, they call you miss Fortune, pretty before a using time, didn't see your blues, the screams down a ‘phone, dreaming of paradise, a flame not at home, your big talented soul, that gaze within our sights, the wind blows cold, clouds ride black and bold, in nights of autumn fire, i sing to atone, stars come out like ice.

Annie

When you see a fading star, does it fill you with ease, know they're not that far, but If its children and dogs, just stay like you are, in a warm hazy fog, send me to Mars, on the path of tranquility, i want to get that far, if it's not what you want, from the promenade car, all the stuff you don't, holy water in your font, all my fires marked, what the hell's going on, I'm like someone from afar, clinging to the sea, feel like ziggy stardust, a frog in a jam jar, a scattering of all my needs, like ashes on the bar, bring me space serenity.

Artur

I feel like Marcel Duchamp, and walk with weary gait, scent of my cologne is damp, bring cognac to my table, orange dishes by measured paces, feed my enormous frame, not a picture to look upon, swaying like a knave, singing out life is done, unshaven waiters, in gas fired winter cafe's, often see me faint, women before me claim, oily buttered hair on trains, my hundred ways, paintings are what i nail, museums have a lonely grace, my uncertain forays, I stare from the canvas, that's really my fame, the world my caravan, to master my name.

Arnaud

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, shocked that i'm broke, echoes of an empty disease, a doctor's sad holiday, is no news to me, at St Anthony’s alone, loss brings no certainty, when your seeking a loan, songs of a dismal diagnosis, lonely trains, whistle and moan, to beg again, love gone on 'planes, or down the Freeway, the marking of zones, shades the infirmary, it cradles my bones, I'm a generous soul, reclaimed from the cafe's, and i like to joke, make chancer's pay.

Arnie

The year Lady passed away, i couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, i hated to be alone, or seeing anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you were an angel, i hadn't got a clue, in that post war rage, you arranged the loans, introduced me with dancing crews, put jelly on my bones, before my fame, i only thought of you, and what you created, then you started to waste, i played successful tunes, it was a different age, your tune still resonates, still hangs in what i knew, but a web crossed my face, you didn't hesitate, said stay with the truth, but keep away from ingrates, now when my voice is raised, i have no need of you, down these alleyways, you don't see much view.