Maya

You wonder why i pray, with kids like these, they'd make you snort cocaine, run a bath with foam, the giving is your deed, our loving isn't done, I hold your face, forget the disease, catch horizons in the rain, in the wind and stones, help them find their feet, assist their journey home, guide me through these days, make my troubles ease, withstand the fray, each part of my bones, becomes suddenly free, now we're alone, d'you remember the forays, our trips to the sea, a scrimp for those holidays, our dance of Thebes ?

Marina

How d'you call this news, those troubled nights, as if you knew, and the different crews, left hanging on the line, they loved you too, fire burns in the grate, don't tell me how to cry, for those who came too late, it isn't them you fool, dying in the tide, those who cared for you, no matter what you use, however you may try, hope is not immune, who cares what is fake, something's deep inside, not a household name, the cabin sings your blues, pillows furl beneath the sky, death brings no easy due, even where you lie.

Molly

I get the Heeby Jeebies, my soul strung out tight, someone needs to set me free, in her eyes Amour, have to do what's right, roll the Eau de Cologne, she rocks me gently, says everything is fine, don't worry baby, the soul of lost hordes, all of them caught, float up from the floor, glamorous, perfect, serene, she kisses me quietly, does what others have dreamed, a perfect score, have i just died, draw a toil of water, by a train over the sea, i swear to the night, just let me reach the quays, thank you Jesus.

Mary

Can you identify, the aperture, between moon and sky, what has been emptied, and other parts bought, in this Neap tide, don't need an inquiry, where all truth is caught, then buried, who needs a dime, when they are brought, to the rich man's party, some drive a Chevvy, laugh as they're taught, it makes them happy, every walk of life, ending with nought, some bring their wives, by security lights, at the side door, in the winter twilight, you see the poor.

Marty

Don't blame me for fate, that love doesn't exist, life always comes too late, the earth hesitates, like it has a stitch, it's not me whose afraid, hey man gimme some change, who is playing this, it'd be a cheek to say, spin before my face, music from the hits, creeps by the door frame, spinning here in this space, like a launderette, waiting for my date, a dancer gyrates, with all the other misfits, have never seen a wage, in any other place, when you figure it, there's always an face, and something missing,

Louise

Is there ever a chart, to give us a line, bring food to no marks, forget about trouble, a trolley suits her fine, works without gloves, she never walks far, like so many other times, each step a shard, a cross for a move, to where they drink wine, she gives them a shove, a deal done at Primark, the waste is a crime, life so stark, she clears up above, the rest of the night, why worry about love, in a supermarket yard, lovely face tight, a spirit with some spark, she asks why ?

Lynne

It's quiet here now, fifty years of need, smooth as her stone, can still see the grave, where praise be, i hope i'll be saved, Ohio under snow, i'm back in Tennessee, the year of the blow, give me the State, you can love for free, except for holidays, geese with barren tones, set my hair to freeze, white on my shoulder, they honk on their way, late for the season, I'm just the same, in the blue dawn, stripped like the trees, between here and home, the old amber need.