Emily Two

A cross for a pub, to where we drink wine, she gives me a shove, the deals behind Primark, to taste is no crime, let’s go of my arm, she looks up above, lost in her time, the year she got bust, hair like a jump start, she hasn't a dime, no one takes her part, we meet in a club, initially fine, who gives a fuck, never easy or calm, raised by great signs, she’s a wandering star, lays down lost looks, to everything wise, asks me to rub, the pain in her side.

Emily

She has some spark, her lovely face lights, quick off the mark, she hankers for love, most of her nights, doesn’t worry what's above, in a supermarket car park, they ask her why, she hangs around bars, says we all need a crust, a trolley suits her fine, she doesn’t drink doubles, never walks far, to gossip is a crime, each step's another car, works without gloves, unlike other times, Okay, when it's good, there's never a chart, to show us what's right, let’s wait for the dark, maybe it's time.

Carty Two

I stand by her grave, where praise be, I hope to be laid, my eyes like thunder, wine dark like the sea, it makes me shudder, from the blue Nave, stripped down like a tree, she’d nothing to give, here and there a cluster, a poplar breeze, it doesn't pass muster, my voice starts to break, it's late for the season, geese fly away, her face is the wonder, happy laughing clean, that I tore asunder, it's quiet at this place, my place of need, it fits her casket, left open for me.

Carty

Is it love of rain, a bird on the wire, that you rage against, shuffling in the gloom, waiting by the fire, no one flies for you, many come this way, they pester you for hire, ask and ask again, to do what you do, your eyes hide an ire, that’s forever blue, an offering to the grave, a burnt out tyre, is this what you give, always someone's due, their wretched desire, nothing else is true, the miracle they crave, not tongues of a liar, betrayed by brains, rests on a pyre.

Catherine Two

You who stamp the tar, do not bring good news, even in your car, a trip on your bones, carry messages from a few, love never eats alone, it doesn't cross the arc, but makes excuses, right from the off, who has a heart of stone, no one says they knew, the way things go, time has gone too far, lipstick, the jeans you use, no way is she a tart, splutter down the ‘phone, act like a distant nark, at this last fandango, she smokes a Lucky Star, smells summer’s sweet perfume, she's falling apart, I still hear her cough.

Catherine

Gamble everything away, don't care what you do, you won't beat the age, in winter's iron thaw, there is no tune, just a shallow maw, watch ships in the bay, work is just a ruse, to salt away your days, everyone's your whore, sad song's ring on cue, what a cache they hoard, smoke ciggies in the rain, every trick in use, it’s all such a game, curdle love tied with cord, no one really hates you, why make them roar, this generation betrayed, conceals bitter news, will take it to the grave, drunk on borrowed goods.

Daniel Three

My song provides good mojo, it has to be taught, but i know the score, it jumps like a flea, whoever takes the tour, always lands from me, just this bag of bones, a lender of last resort, I won't let you doze, each tune’s a bopping bean, brings you back for more, makes you feel this scene, dance in my zone, like you used to before, our time is never gone, it flies across the sea, your Flares sweep the floor, say hello to dreams, I will smooth your tones, bring peace to the poor, temper your groans, keep open every door.