Sophie Three

Living here's no paradise, it never makes the news, this place isn’t nice, but it could be great stars and sea like glue, stardust on our plate, all we need's a better life, show what we can do, to save us from the spite, our songs still resonate, a feeling without the Blues, won't find a better place, this district is our life, what it holds is true, naked Christmas lights, don’t matter what we create, to sing with our crew, we won’t hesitate, give us these winter nights, where we can live anew, even the way we try, to stay within the loop

Sophie Two

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, or written on the wall, if love holds true, know which bells to strike, because they all love you, tell me you're not lonely, no matter how we fight, or beat our yellow bones, they call you Miss Fortune, pretty before your time, they don’t see your blues, the screams down a ‘phone, dreaming of paradise, a flame not at home, your big talented soul, that passes within our sights, the wind blows cold, clouds ride black and bold, across the winter fire, you sing less to atone, than sink into rhyme.

Sophie

When you see a shining star, does it make you uneasy, shows you know just how far, but If its children and dogs, just stay as you are, in a warm hazy fog, ship my soul to Shalimar, across the sea of tranquillity, let it cross that bar, it's not what you want, forget the Ferrari, all the stuff you don't, put water in my font, make all my fires decrease, tell me what's going on, I'm like someone from afar, in a film by Spike Lee, music by Billy Maher, singing in a boxcar, that scatters all my needs, ashes on the bar, instead of moon's serenity.

Christhree

I paint like Marcel Duchamp, and walk with weary gait, sense my socks are damp, bring cognac to my table, steaming dishes by measured pace, feed my ravenous frame, I#m no picture to look upon, swaying like a knave, wanting my work done, unshaven waiters, in winter cafes, often watch me faint, women before me claim, with buttered hair on trains, love is just a game, the painting's stuff i crave, museums have a lonely grace, on lone uncertain forays, they shine beneath a lamp, that could be my fame, this small room my last, to forge a name.

Christu

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, it shocks me I'm broke, echoes of an empty suitcase, ends another sad holiday, it's no news to me, at St Anthony’s alone, a loss carries no certainty, when you need to loan, songs of a dismal tone, lonely trains, whistle and moan, to beg again, with love gone on 'planes, or down the Freeway, I mark my zones, shades of the infirmary, cradles my bones, I'm a happy soul, reclaimed from the cafes, listen to this joke, one chancer says.

Chris

The year Lady passed away, i couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, i hated to be alone, to see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you are an angel, i didn't have a clue, you became my sage, arranged all the loans, brought me into the music crew, put jelly on my bones, before my this game, i only thought of you, and all you create, then you began to play, i hate successful tunes, now it’s a different rage, tell me who are you?

Emma Three

Cocaine is my baby, I accept her burnt cheer, it brings me the cradle, breaks a city of stones, down avenues of tears, misery wears different clothes, love is my trade, handled without fear, a good girl these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing is too dear, except how I flow, I'm never a sideshow, let's make it clear, the nightmare is unknown, and the ashamed, who need all the gear, I'm part of their fame, anyone tries to arraign, don't you be near, with a Gun I won't hesitate, in these turbulent years.