Natalie Two

We stretch out sunny days, your smile's an absence dream, now you're on your way, don’t bring me the news, like a gunman's face, or think you know what to do, lying in the rain, on St Anthony's quay, it kills me to see you again, there’s a spirit in you, that’s hard to please, a parish of broken rules, I’ll work and save, whenever there's a need, but always feel your nails, the lovers you took, makes you queen, now you're cool, meeting in a warm cafe', an empty burned out feeling, you drink warm tea and cakes, no one's speaking.

Natalie

Is it just this time, your mother's come, beating out a different cry, anyone can be phoned, to cover up as dumb , love catches in her throat, a stamping ground for crime, no hint of being done, she won't discuss the fines, doesn't do alone, wants to have some fun, way beyond this zone, it’s you who waits in line, says C’mon mum, shaking like a vine, it nourishes her bones, to see this dirty drum, disguises what she knows, every day lost to wine, she will not waste a crumb, all a waste of time, screaming this is home.

Paddy Four

All of you bring hope, don't disturb the waves, or worry about the rope, never stoop to choose, or firmly close the gate, thinking that you’ll lose, you're not a dope, to encourage open play, as if you had no scope, if you want good news, let others stand and gape, what you give is true, wonder if you'll cope, you'll always have your say, stand tall don't mope, separate the Blues, for a distant tide or sail, our ship sails with you, some things you can’t clone, it never is too late, you’ll never walk alone, it's what makes you great.

Paddy Three

Nothing else to gain, a knife to your throat, this is your only escape, they'll depart soon, bloodied on the waves, despite all they knew, you'll survive the wait, feel it in your bones, never hesitate, or mind their hooks, you don’t want a throne, the love of fools, hold that broken gaze, you're not a rolling stone, like a Brigand seeks escape, no need to swoon, they won’t use the rope, you are no one's fool, it's not too late, make them swear and go, this is not your fate, you can dance at home.

Paddy Two

If you cook with gas, turn the flame up, give it a blast, face like a stone, the way you love, is not worth coming home, silken ones who trap, think you're stuck, fall and collapse, they ring you like ghosts, roll in the muck, to stay at their posts, drink wine aghast, you’re no purling dove, attend a brief Mass, go on your own, consider them fluff, pick up your tomes, no one gets passed, without some crook, who says enough, Basta !!!! you'll need my luck.

Paddy

You look like you rule, waiting on the bread line, regarding the fools, you think you're great, before other's demise, stop before it's too late, does it make you cruel, what’s going on inside, such a face Mr Cool, yet once again, your eyes dance like fireflies, you’ll have your say, it’s a poor gruel, these overcooked lies, is this all you do, here in this game, a race for your life, who holds the reins, a burnt out mule, may offer you hindsight, but there is no tool, to asking why?

James Three

Unlash my dreams, I don't want to ‘phone, say what you’ve done to me, I'm not a loon, who seeks to atone, a search for love, the life of every has-been, who lives through their ghosts, is that what you mean, even if you knew, I once burned the toast, it's not something to rue, this is my scene, what you try to clone, a face on withered leaves, hate where I'm going, a knife to my throat, ocean waves roll, you know where I've been, won't let out a groan, stifle your screams, I’m going I’m gone.