Marta Two

Mornings I ask myself why, can we ever atone, stars pale as children’s eyes, might as well be Mars, for all they know, we're still that far, they eat within my sight, the wind is black and cold, you’re here another time, if it's them and dogs you want, don't get stoned, remain calm, when you hear me cry, running from a broken phone, just don’t sigh, say there’s another scar, to keep you at home, a battle is not a war, no matter how we fight, or strain our yellow bones, hold me tight tonight.

Marta

You drape all my deeds, like seaweed on the bar, say salt brings serenity, blow out all my pay, then fly afar, what a terrible waste, clinging to the sea, something in a bottle, thoughts won’t set you free, in a different age, you’d have no fancy car, now you hesitate, you don’t fill my needs, a warm hazy fog, that rolls from childhood dreams, dancing on the waves, is all the stuff you're not, instead we view the wreckage, love's no good for me, too many scars, holy water is my drink, , what's going on?

Sal Four

I have no need of you, stepping off this train, that much is certain, hate to be like stone, see anyone anyway, on the street or Metro, I haven't got a clue, how it will go today, seeing what you’re due, you arranged the loans, introduced him to that crew, told him to be strong, now what’s new, my voice flares and fades, this is your issue, when I used to moan, you tried erase, everything I called a home, they all wail the blues, where he’s laid today, truth is a bitter fruit, I cry just the same.

Sal Three

Can you identify, that back door, between moon and sky, what has been emptied, and other parts thrown, by this Neap tide, don't need an inquiry, when truth is bought, then buried, witness the crime, when you’re brought, to where rich men dine, some drink daiquiri, laugh as they're taught, it makes them happy, every walk of life, ends in a nought, you should see their wives, by security lights, pooled on the floor in the winter twilight, you meet the poor.

Sal Two

Before my fame, I only thought of you, and what you craved, shadows pass in blue smoke, against an awful truth, shocked again I'm broke, you always did waste, my successful tunes, in this different age, at the clubs alone, long lonely rooms, stripped to the bone, inside the best cafe's, I would have bloomed, by night and by day, holding a simple note, lonely men soothed, like bathing atones, to begin again, is hardly new, this Subway, stinks of feuds.

Sal

You wonder why I pray, with kids like these, they'd make you snort cocaine, run a bath with foam, not living in your creed, but loving isn't done, I hold your face, forget to say please, catch horizons in the rain, in the wind and stones, help us with our needs, assist the journey home, fire me through dreary days, make my troubles ease, withstand the fray, each of my lonesome tones, becomes suddenly free, now we're alone, remember those days, our trips to the sea, the scrimp for praise, our dance at Thebes?

Sarah Three

You scream the news, in troubled nights, as if you knew, all the different ones, left hanging on the line, you loved and gone, fire burns up the flue, don't tell me how to cry, when you look so callow, it’s not me you blocked, swimming against the tide, everything you held and lost, no matter who you use, however you may try, you are not immune, who cares what is crocked, something deep inside, shines beside my shock, who will sing your blues, pillows furl the sky, death is no easy due, even when you die.