Anya Three

Blows flame across my tears, share jokes in the dust, then disappears, I knew you in Gaol, a blanket for our trust, always cheers me never fails, what brought you here, in the leaden dusk, a woman once so clear, ice blue as the rails, a rider till she's bust, absorbed in all her ways, no one could get near, that spark that never shuts, a Swallow for her experience, haunts me like the deer, I did what I could, smoking a cigarette she appears, I put away the years, her lively face thrust, over mine a laughing beer, perfume like musk.

Anya Two

Say we up our game, see what there is to chance, shuffle the remains, listen to some wounded song, time would never lance, give us a need to belong, watching the rain, sheet down a broken path, why can’t we hail, ease of crowds and throngs, cargo ships and shining France, rooms with dark marks, red lips and white faces, cigarettes to smoke and laughs, wine to sip no disgrace, here we just bumble along, flying by our pants, hoping to right some wrong, a tree and bridge shaking, we shuffle by unlit lamps, kindness passes us waiting, crazed as tramps.

Anya

Since you've been away, we don't know what to do, but each night pray, you break the maddened stone, say it’s all up for you, no one keeps you home, to sleep this time of day, hear you sing the blues, nothing more to say, you say you have to go, to always play the fool, laugh like a bag of stones, the walls have turned grey, Gin is not your ruin, you've eaten all your cake, confined within that space, you've little need of truth, lilac as a snowflake, you sing the joy of praise, see the creep of moon, new horizons are great, you take them as your due.

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.