Johnny Two

Stands by my unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, shaking, he waits like a tramp, listens to some muted song, who would ever negate, a need to belong, better take a chance, if he plays this game, can always go to France, hopes he’s not wrong, looking at the rain, stream against a naked bar, ask how much this path, shuffles his remains, no more wounds to lance, someone will come along, say Heh Pal this way, put something in his pocket, cigarettes and laughs, beer sipped like champagne, here he lets life dance, praises each sweet day.

Johnny

Wouldn't it be great, to forget how much we owe, celebrate what remains, kick the need to wrong, when rivers skin our bones, within us all our song, I watch for the rain, tumble down a naked slope, save us from the drains, we'll just bumble along, fly with what we know, assent that we're strong, fling the watch away, shiny as the fallen snow, trains arrive anyway, I’ll never let you down, or worry about the loan, you have no need to frown, red lips ornate, rooms where flowers grow, pints and whisky chasers, I never feel alone.

Marta Three

Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, why try to be nice, could as well be space, stars and sea like glue, put some food on our plate, we want a better life, know what we can do, away from all the spite, our song still resonates, a feeling far from Blue, wait till you see my weight, this village is our life, always something here for you, under naked sodium lights, this is what we create, to sing within our brew, we don't jump the gate, home is our easy night, when we look for truth, it is where we die, searching for our youth.

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.