Bernie Two

I dream of her class, silken not torn, listen to the gasps, struggling to think, like being unborn, I reach for the sink, dance in the traps, stitch her with thorns, a modern day iconoclast, shuddering to blink, at what I've bought, bring out more drink, what you say overlaps, sticks in my thoughts, more luck than the cat, gliding at the ice rink, skating forlorn, I wait for the clink, at the next pass, broken unsought a love on the last, God knows it's wrought.

Bernie

Your life's been bad, where a seed is torn, unlike mine let it be said, you never bring the sea, or artists bright unknown, for all you act my queen, in danger of losing cred, you cry but never show, what you think is less, how can this ever be, when someone makes you moan, you throw away your keys, make with lipstick instead, your skin golden brown, sashay your way to bed, it's a loving creed, that you need to cope, not a false sense of ease, give us our daily bread, make it warm as toast, you who lightly tread, towards our home.

Robert Four

What it means to try, within a screaming gale, no use trying to lie, in your bones, who needs a trial, to find yourself alone, you look at the time, your measures fail, it seems a while, you think you can atone, when love trails, and someone asks you home, flip a coin see the sky, talk of finding sail, it always ends this way, drink wine from a broken cone, must be some good mail, throw stones at ghosts, it's worse than jail, forsaken beyond what's right, you hit the rails, on that lonely mile.

Robert Three

A worn out empty feeling, for all you wish to try the pain of someone leaving, she brings me the news, like a gunman hides, when he knows the truth, never mean she lights the sea, an artist bright as sky, for this old has been, looking for something new, a need to find, she hears the Delta Blues, who never leaves her street, tho' she works and sighs, with what young women need, it has killed a few, failing with the light, at St Anthony's pews, shelters me with her being, like a soul on fire, the smile of a living queen, she asks me to retire.

Robert Two

Tell me, tell me why, they treat you like a seer, my lips dissolve in cries, I command a beautiful sight, candles scent and myrrh, bells ring out the night, who says we all die, no call for stolen tears, demand a veil of sky, my life contains its height, a yellow-robed proud engineer, my grief held in tight, I walk like a man gone by, through the city's fear, so hot it seems to fry, will they see my light, slash or burn my ears, ask me to stand and fight, our ship is full of iron, they love orators here, in darkness and green light, I'm ready to come near.

Robert

He seeks a hopeless retreat, for all he cannot find, nothing seems to please, he won't bear good news, that love just needs time, or hear a little truth, fears the hiss of blasphemy, he doesn't rate sublime, or give anyone a treat, can't disguise his Blues, or face what's in his mind, there's never only you, he shakes his keys, December in a warm clime, brings no Odyssey, rather than a loving creed, for what might chime, he'd prefer to bleed, forget any sense of ease, that isn't just a crime, gains explosive release, bathing in strong wine.

Jenny Three

Nothing more to give or take, sing a song by Frieda Payne, seek an eternal escape, pray upon her bones, she won't be coming home, tell them you're not alone, reason says it's not too late, to heal your broken gaze, like a brigand reeks escape, you're not a rolling stone, all of life is hope, don't worry if you'll cope, find some tide or sail, an open Ocean to play, another lover surely waits, a knife to the throat, dance closer to the flame, nothing's left to hold, you'll be there on Easter day, not dangled on some pirate's rope, treasure's in the way, you blow a trail of smoke.