Asia

You keep trouble at bay, this life requires, any problems look away, they pester you for loans, your eyes seek the tide, you know you're not alone, stumble in the roaring Hades, dampen any desire, it's easy to be brave, scared to your bones, please note you're not a crier, will you take him home, an offering to be saved, like a cold fish knife, awaits a lonely fate, a sail on blue waves, among candlelit signs, is this what you crave, a lover of the rain, or burning pyre, not what is on your plate, but a soul on fire.

Robert Two

Gnaw at cause betrayed, charter bitter holy things, clutch them at your grave, maybe you afford the truth, everyone's your cling, notes arrive just on cue, what a song they make, some curdled love they bring, everyone hides their face, you are a child of few, laughter is a wedding ring, who murders contrite news, smoke cigarettes in the rain, when called upon to sing, life is no field day, watching ships in the nude, you really love this training, salt blows away the Blues, gamble it all and say, life to me is nothing, can't kid bleak calendars page, or bright untidy coffin.

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.