Robert

I'll have you know, what people feel, almost in the bones, that jilted smile's a strain, squirming in the creel, they see it anyway, take your time and blow, this nights without a wheel, the river always flows, why ask for rain, peer in mountain streams, they won't crow your pain, nothing to bestow, with other crazy schemes, your life's no picture show, a long time away, to live without appeal, now face each coming day, you don't have to borrow, or see how you've been, stay to warm your toes, maybe dream.

Roberta

Forget all these clowns, that come to woo her, half without elan, as loud as her woes, ships blow their hooters, every song sings of home, not just from France, but around each corner, who can fault her tan, she glides without a throne, the bars are full of losers, she'd rather be alone, nothing hits by chance, her certain eyes are ruined, everything comes to pass, barefoot she tries to laugh, she could never share, their hard countenance, strange that bearing down, should be a schooner, no sound of a police van, upsets this cruiser.

Martina Four

You'll pay a heavy score, my face is savage blue, love is raw, no sense of ease, always back of your Queue, you never once say please, are you divined by whores, sitting there in bloom, a fool for your cause, there's bad on this street, need you there for news, a flutter or a dream, hacking out your chores, you turn my life askew, I sweat in furious pause, can't you even see, they dance on the moon, like you used to breeze, why my lover roars, you never were my glue, sticking in my craw, your head full of tunes.

Martina Three

If trouble's in your blood, in this house of whispers, who says it does no good, places you can name, don't need a chorus, to repeat all that shame, times they say you should, be prepared for this, or go nuts, they'll find another Cain, simply do what they insist, knowledge is sometimes crazy, maybe you feel a tug, going away without a ship, rain will crack like dust, now you're born again, walk the middle distance, the Ocean is your frame, why make a fuss, or carry yellow lists, you can't beat their diagnosis, just dance among the bits

Martina Two

How little we levitate, to our inventive best, we sneer, berate, open every door, who can mend our fences, and not get bored, shattered we begin to slake, drink like all the rest, don't stop or hesitate, fools sing forever more, bring us to the test, ask what's the score, the night's cool probate, resides at rest, no matter what toil it takes, forbidden troubadours, demand our presence, leave us forlorn, but twist and shake, at the Cask or blend, this beats the pain, my good friends.

Martina

Is this really the place, to start to cry, when even love's ashamed, ways around you show, the beat of your time, there's nowhere else to go, soaked on the ocean main, the desolate airlines you fly, you never try to calculate, what you need to know, no longer sails the sky, wooden box or lonely blow, you once jumped bail, county lines safe to climb, beyond the spike of jail, your lips can't atone, news to my constant lies, or see a heart grow cold, it's not easy to explain, what's going on inside, seeing pain across your face, your eyes full of why?

Shaun Three

I'm forever beat, even with a common air, but hope rescues everything, when I need love, heaven is a place to share, sometimes with a little shove, in debt gone to seed, have a go at taking care, it's not easy being free, get dressed feel the tug, never short of prayer, a signal to up above, I know how to keep, a wooden house and chair, drink is my sole conceit, somewhere I can dream, terrible faces stamp on stairs, lit up like kerosene, can everyone see, the gaps between my hair, do I need new teeth, a smile gets you anywhere