Stevie Two

I ask is it right, other times don’t, why stars shine some nights, like a sense of grace, that marks our zone, when we're out this way, you stare into my eyes, the wind is black and cold, you’re gone in wine, kids and dogs are great, why go roaming, everyone can hear the gate, if you can’t stay now, call this place home, flame reins us in tight, hear me castigate, down a broken phone, accept my tirades, no matter how we fight, or strain our bones, I only chase the light, not to be alone.

Stevie

My Ma thumps the bar, she crumbles, he might bring his tart, no pine needles nor hay, bursts over these lovers, home or away, he’s crossed the park, lays out his troubles, right from the off, to sail on blue waves, a ship for a mother, that’s what he craves, he's ruined her heart, my girl says I wonder, where did it all start, not far away, love always fumbles, to remain the same, I still hear me Da, laughing like a jug, happy he’s not tarred, hung by rumours.

Elena Three

What else d'you need, make it the last dream, just leave me to bleed, consider me gone, busted or relieved, one day you’ll atone, hung out on the breeze, an Ocean of grief, won’t make you believe, think of the ghosts, who hang out in sympathy, they’re here in my bones, when you left the scene, under the purple trees, my eyes burst like seeds, you drink to forego, this terrible deed, has the cock crowed, what you once deemed, is hard to perceive, stowed like some luggage, into a creed.

Elena Two

It's useless to wait, I kiss to the bone, always strike late, never bother to heed, about your doings, no one makes me bleed, or gets in the way, I slay my ghosts, no matter what the waste, don’t talk of that scene, just leave me alone, your turn is to plead, it leaves me delicate, a song with broken tones, sealed in a crate, not in my creed, to keep you at home, if you want to succeed, the moon has a gaze, it knows what I've seen, the wind’s in the slates, it leavens the trees.

Elena

Poor without kindness, that forgets how to handle, those who slip, your search for the free, dangles like a spider, in songs on the wind, the way you kiss, makes my skin tingle, for better promises, so close to the sea, the sun marks your skin, nothing is witnessed, you are less spin, than you imagine, revealing your sins, please write to me, send me your laughter, until we meet, don’t insist, on making a film, it’s nothing to this, our life on the shingle.

Roberto Three

Can’t leave you alone, it's a disgrace, the way you’ve just gone, who do I trust, get out of this place, instead of gathering dust, hear in your tones, the nasty taste, you’ve shipped all the loans, other’s you’ve tossed, when you go away, unaware of the cost, you explore like a honeycomb, those who make, trips on their bones, can't hide what you’ve got, but do you have to take, everything you want, a promissory note, will show on your face, when you’re on the phone, this time you'll stay.

Roberto Two

How my voice is raised, now you turn me loose, no more hot summer days, I hate to be alone, trapped by my own curfew, exploding on the Metro, you’re no angel, bringing something new, to spike my rage, who pays the loans, for all the losers, listens to their usual groans, before you set sail , everything seemed good, on what we created, if you’re on your bones, I’ll turn the screw, on everything you own, now you’re away, what am I to do, slowly go crazy, on golden avenues?