Martha Four

I sing the joy of praise, see the creep of moon, new horizons not always great, you say you have to go, like you play the fool, laugh like a bag of stones, not content with any place, or single line of truth, life is your going rate, you want to plough alone, not enough to ground you, no one still at home, but roads are never straight, even when lit Blue, trouble's still to rake, never a game of thrones, take me if you want to, but not as a loan, since I've been away, tried to find some glue, but each night pray, you'll find an avenue.

Martha Three

Living here's no paradise, it never makes the news, this district isn't nice, could as well be nailed, stars and sea like glue, put some food on our plate, all we want's a better life, accept what we can do, not kill out of spite, our songs are still regaled, we need a better view, you wonder why we fail, this is how we die, little pieces each of you, don't need to ask us why, what has been created, boils way like stew, doesn't make for easy gaze, home no pale blue light, where we look for truth, naked street nights, no pretty hue.

Martha Two

Some nights I ask why, if we can ever atone, stars burn out and die, might as well be Mars, for all our credit goes, we're just about that far, you're gone within my sight, the wind is black and cold, you tell another lie, if its kids and dogs you want, don't keep getting stoned, buy new cars, can you hear me cry, running from a broken phone, it's not enough to sigh, call another Czar, to bring you back home, or stay where you are, a flame is not our right, the fire is not our home, when lightning rides the sky, warm your yellow bones.

Martha

You scatter all my needs, like ashes on the bar, ask if it brings serenity, blow away my pay, then fly afar, tut tut at terrible waste, I cling to the sea, like someone in a bottle, you won't set me free, it's a different age, you drive a fancy car, but still won't wait, what about my creed, that warm hazy fog, a path to childhood dreams, dancing on the waves, all the stuff you're not, pearls among the wreckage, say it's bad for me, songs leave too many scars, your face like an ice rink, what's going on?

Sal Four

Before my fame, I only thought of you, and the games we played, shadows pass in smoke, set against this failing truth, I'm broke, you threw away, my successful tunes, in that different age, at the hospice alone, can't see in the gloom, or your bones, I fell off the stage, I should have bloomed, made everyone happy, sung a simple Solo, lonely men soothed, on their way home, to begin again, it's hardly new, going down the Freeway, I'll think of you.

Sal Three

I have no need of you, stepping off this train, who are this crew, i wish to be alone, not see anyone anyway, on the streets or Metro, there is no clue, except these popinjays, asking me my due, you arranged the loans, tell them what to do, put jelly on your bones, don't give me your view, now the voice is raised, I am not your issue, before my groans, you tried to erase, everything I called home, truth is a bitter fruit, when the old man passed away, no one sang my blues, or even knelt to pray.

Sal Two

You wonder why I pray, when winter leaves, run to catch the train, make your bath with foam, giving is the need, our loving isn't done, I can't hold your face, forget the disease, catch horizons on my way, in the wind and stones, help me find my feet, assist our journey home, guide us through the forays, make sudden troubles ease, sometimes it isn't funny, each part of my bones, becomes amazingly free, now we're alone, d'you remember those days, our trips to the sea, the scrimped for holidays, our dance of Thebes?