Robert Three

A worn-out empty feeling, hot kitchens bad aches, something leaking, she brings me the news, with a doctor’s face, when you know the truth, but also the sea, an artist bright unfazed, for this old has been, looking for something new, a need to get away, she plays me Delta Blues, blows it on the street, all she works and saves, nothing left to seek, I'm still left in perdue, falling like the rain, down broken avenues, it sends me reeling, by St Luke’s place, kills me with her being, these sunny days.

Robert Two

Tell me, tell me why, they treat me so unfair, my lips dissolve their cries, who says to run clear, call for stolen hurt, demand a veil of tears, I command a beautiful sight, candles scent the air, bells ring out the night, my life contains all grief, in yellow-robed nightshirts, fresh from sleep, I walk like a man gone by, through the city desolate, while they search my eyes, will they ring my feet, slash or burn my furs, ask them to entreat, these days without care, they love orators here, in darkness and green light, I'm ready to go first.

Robert

He seeks explosive release, in what he cannot find, nothing seems to please, he won't hear good news, love is just a grind, a cover-up for truth, with the kiss of blasphemy, he doesn't do sublime, or give anyone a treat, why disguise the Blues, or nourish his sweet mind, no one’s there for you, he shakes his keys, when December chimes, work’s no Odyssey, chained to a loving need, for his family’s crimes, he'd rather bleed, forget any sense of ease, of justice place or time, the path to any freedom, another clock to wind.

Fion Three

Nothing left to negotiate, fortify your shoes, seek holy escape, they're only clones, that bring you news, to say you're not alone, reason it’s too late, to heal your broken look, any brigand seeks escape, you're not a rolling stone, all of life is fruit, don’t worry about the rope, if you disturb the waves, why should it bother you, you'll always have your say, separate the stones, seek a distant bayou, you’re not coming home, when Oceans are in play, survive while lovers mew, step closer to the flame, nothing left to rue

Fion Two

Sweet talk makes you curl, you say enough, Basta, never just your little girl, silken wraps you've thrown, that always collapse, face moulded like a stone, plates occasionally hurled, nothing holds you fast, makes you torn or care, life is what you own, if you think that crass, consider it gone, you're not perturbed, time has passed, keep that flag furled, dance on brown chairs, make a homeward dash, your face to the air, daddy you can keep or burn, your love on the gas, but turn the flame down, make it last.

Fion

Please don't act all fine, playing your games, somewhere you’ll do time, you’ll sing the blues, on some lousy bedframe, it's always you, that never turns out right, far away from pain, sleeping bad, drinking wine, what a cretin’s tune, I’m coming home you say, call that good news, naked to your crimes, no light across the plain, you’ve lost your own design, howling out your truth, on some dismal train, words bear bitter fruit, when you talk coastlines, dancing in the rain, remember all your lies, baby think again.

Hera Four

You know what it means, to live alone, thoughts harden into screams, I'm cool but burn with flame, even to atone, makes me hesitate, this isn't my scene, the journey's almost done, long past where I've been, it’s useless to fake, life as a drone, things always come too late, never safe to heed, even where I’m wrong, to ones who make me plead, say goodbye to fame, you drop me like a stone, my turn now to rage, I unwrap my dreams, can still hear your moans, who can resist this heat, mend my broken bones?