Nadia Three

You stretch the sunny days, smile an absent stream, now you're on your way, don’t bring me bad news, like a losing team, or say you know what to do, lying in the rain, by St Brendan’s quay, it kills me to see you again, there’s a spirit in you, that’s hard to release, a parish of broken rules, I’ll work and save, whatever the need, but always feel your nails, the lovers you took, made you dream, now you're just cool, meeting in a warm cafe', bridge of burned-out feelings, you sip warm tea and cakes, something’s missing.

Nadia Two

Is it just this time, your mother comes, to beat a different cry, anyone can phone, say what they’ve done, but nothing catches her throat, a fertile ground of whines, no hint of being done, we count the chimes, she doesn't come alone, wants to have some fun, always brings some other drone, it’s you who wait in line, pleading c’mon mum, shaking like a vine, it nourishes her bones, to see our little drum, it disguises what she knows, everyday a fine, she won’t waste a crumb, says it’s a waste of time, asking for the tomb.

Nadia

It’s you who brings hope, without worry at the waves, or care about the rope, never stoop to choose, you firmly show the way, nothing you can lose, you're not such a dope, to encourage open play, as if you wouldn’t know, when you get the blues, let others stand and gape, what you have is true, don’t wonder if you'll cope, always have your say, stand tall don't mope, separate what’s new, from a distant tide or sail, I’ll always stand with you, some things you can’t condone, it never is too late, to walk on battered bones, it’s what makes you great

Patrick Three

She won't take you, without a world to gain, what it is to lose, scrubbed by fire, how to remain. free of the wire, she doesn’t do feuds, makes sandwiches of paste, what's not to choose, anyone you desire, is hard to disdain, when you know what's for hire, what she's been through, don't laugh it away, your bones tell the truth, her lips won't ask why, you live without strain, or forget what's the time, the heart seeks good news, it runs like the Spey, some things you can't fool, winter’s here again.

Paddy Two

Nothing else to gain, a knife to your throat, why try to escape, they'll depart soon, blood on their boat, singing their tunes, you'll survive the wait, know in your bones, not to hesitate, never mind their hooks, you don’t need a throne, or the love of fools, mend that broken gate, you're not someone unknown, who needs a mate, there is only a few, they won’t use the rope, you’re no one's dupe, it's not too late, to let them know, this is not your fate, you don’t follow.

Paddy

If you cook with gas, turn the flame up, give it a blast, face like a stone, the way you love, beats going alone, silken ones who trap, like pullets cluck, fall and collapse, they ring you the most, roll in the muck, to stay at their posts, drink wine aghast, you’re no muppet, attend holy Mass, tell them to go home, consider them fluff, who pick at your bones, no one lasts, without some luck, who shouts Basta !!!! earn those bucks.

Jamie Three

You look like you rule, working the bread line, regarding other fools, you think you're great, at other's demise, stop before it's too late, does it make you feel good, what’s going on inside, such a face you tool, yet once again, your eyes dance like fireflies, they’ll have their say, it’s poor gruel, these cooked over lies, to all that you do, here in this game, you race for your life, but who holds the reins, poor burnt-out mules, may offer you hindsight, but is it not cool, to ask yourself why?