Gina

Nothing more to negotiate, sing a song by Frieda Payne, seek a holy escape, they're only bones, that bring you home, tell them you're not alone, reason says its not too late, to heal your broken gaze, like a brigand seeks escape, you're not a rolling stone, all of life brings you hope, not worrying about the rope, if you disturb the waves, bring direction into play, you'll always have your say, separate his take, for a distant tide or sail, find an Ocean to play, don't hide your gains, survive while a lover waits, step closer to the flame, temper fear, never wait. a knife to the bone plates occasionally hurled, nothing holds you fast, makes you torn or care,

Father

Could you even care, why i feel so rotten, swollen beyond a dare, have you read the news, within your open wallet, i'm in love with you, your hand around me curls, laughs when i'm startled, besides the running Burn, carry on won't you, under trees or car parks, i'll always stay true, anchors won't bind this girl, ships roll by forgotten, i'm not about to learn, go cold before your stare, God is not for mocking, when you kiss less fair, what flags have you unfurled, can't you see me rocking, is it me you've turned, lost among the blossom.

Frances

Sweet talk makes you curl, just say enough, Basta, never just a candy whirl, silken wraps you've thrown, but always collapse, face molded like a stone, plates occasionally hurled, nothing holds you fast, makes you torn or care, life is what you own, if they think that crass, consider them gone, you're not perturbed, now time has passed, you're not that girl, dancing on brown chairs, singing songs that pass, your bum in the air, but keep or burn, your love on the gas, turn the flame down, make it last. the way you hook, when you tell lover's lies, money you tooled, in a poor welcome light, sunlight on the lilac, you're 38 and cool, but no more sighs, it's useless to hesitate, the knife's on the bone, always too late, never safe to heed, the bells of what i'm doing, whoever make me plead, wave goodbye to dreams, she has me all alone, my turn now to bleed, always opens the gate they ask, the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, you never throw stones What you created, with me as your creed, leaves me prostrate, a tune with broken tones, in that sixties scene, when you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the chrome, the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, the wind going boom hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate. when you geniflect

Ferdy

Please don't act all fine, playing your games, somewhere a chime, or maybe the blues, some lousy frame, it's always you, never turns out right, far away from pain, sleeping bad, drinking wine, what a bum tune, coming home you say, call that good news, naked from your crimes, no light across the plain, lost in your own designs, you haven't got a dime, waiting for a dismal train, passengers hum no sunshine, when you talk coastlines, when you feel rain, remember those lines, remember who gains.

Frederica

soft o, hard i, hard a you look like you rule, dancing on the bread line, who taught you the rules, you think you're great, at other's demise, stop before it's too late, what makes you so cruel, stuff going on inside, the face of Miss Cool, even in pain, your eyes are like fireflies, looking to make hay, the way you doodle, cooked over lies, is this what you do, here in this game, a race for your life, who holds the reins, a cracked open pool, may offer you hindsight, but not born to fool, if anyone asks why?

Frankie

You know what i mean, loving how the Rolling Stones, narrow faces to a scream, i'm cool but burn with rage, even if i atone, she always opens the gate, this isn't my scene, journey's nerves are cloned, long past where i've been, useless to hesitate, the knife is on the bone, it's always about too late, never safe to heed, the bells of what i'm doing, whoever make me plead, wave goodbye to dreams, she has me all alone, my turn now to bleed, i unwrap the scheme, can still hear the groan, who will take the heat, when i'm coming home ? where are our ghosts the dreams we have kept, just leave us alone what we have left they ask, the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, you never throw stones What you created, with me as your creed, leaves me prostrate, a tune with broken tones, in that sixties scene, when you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the chrome, . try hard a and soft a the moon hesitates, it knows where she's been, the wind going boom hold the clock chimes, run outside the room, live generous lives, like you never rue, brave enough it rests nearby, what settles on the breeze to rescue God or try, brush away disease, laugh at why you're cold, what has come to be, dance on love you sigh, sing that song you sold, growl it like a lullaby, before you die you're no salamander. .panic shall not reign who holds their reins? best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

Florence

From her white garden seat, she carries a load, that time takes to defeat, secrets like lemons steeped, ravaged lipstick Eau De Cologne, she whispers her feelings, when lovers trick or treat, she surrenders perfume soaked, to drink whisky neat, living by a swollen creek, the bible takes a hold, and granny rolls her sleeves, a rifle next to the sheets, she's no rolling stone, what better cure than ease, won't bathe in wine or yeast, isolated but still at home, there are no more feasts, she'll measure those beans, there's no public telephones, down fields of blue wheat, she's not alone.