Imelda

I can't say let's go, or ask you to align, all those bitter sorrows, what you issue, burning with your fire, no one gets to choose, or chances to follow, on dancing wires, where you won't say No, I can play the fool, echoing what's right, braying like a mule, other than more fandango's, in every dreams cold light, there's a room without windows, a place smoky blue, where you won’t lose sight, of what is true, if you'd let me show, what I had in mind, riding out the blow, checking in the time.

Johnny Four

I throw away the years, every pie has its crust, the laughs and happy tears, life wears no crown, for those who say you must, in the Ocean towns, she came in like the deer, with a smell of musk, in hazy bars withstands leers, I knew she'd be hounded, spinning pennies in the dust, someone never grounded, what brought her here, against everything she trusts, a woman crystal clear, no book or Courtroom brown, hides the fact she's bust, I just let her down, blow flame across my fears, share bad jokes and puts, pray for those who disappear, somewhere in the dusk.

John Three

Let me engage, your lovely feet to dance, in rooms with dark spaces, you always play the fool, wait for kindness to pass, try to make life smooth, nothing's more to say, so little of pure chance, when you pull away, rage against life's Blues, lilac as a lonely fast, don't let them get to you, life is framed, your face is tanned, gliding down the freeway, tell you what to do, pull over make a stance, you're no fool, twirl me 'round again, make me bounce, say what you want to say, you'll get another chance.

Johnny Two

Since you've been at home, we don't know what to do, each night pray alone, sleep this time of day, hear you snore the blues, nothing more to say, you break the maddened stone, ask what’s up with you, who cares who atones, the walls are turning grey, sin is not your tune, you've eaten all your cake, say you have to go, to always play the fool, carry your bag of tomes, confined within this space, earn your piece of truth, lilac as a snowflake, sing and praise our bones, see the creep of moon, new horizons better than loans, take them as your due.

Johnny

Standing by an unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, shaking, looking like a tramp, I listen to the news, someone else to berate, other cud to chew, better take a chance, if I play this game, either that or France, hoping I'm not askew, wondering what's to gain, singing out the blues, all this stuff about path, they c'n scatter my remains, no more wounds to lance, someone will bring a few, say Halleluja what a day, drink before we're screwed, cigarettes and laughs, beers drunk like champagne, life here's a dance, turning into rain.

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.