Anya

Since you've been away, we don't know what to do, but each night pray, to break the anvil stone, say it’s ready for you, everyone hates you gone, to sleep this time of day, hear you sing the blues, we’ve nothing more to say, said you had to go, to stamp out the fool, head a bag of marbles, our lives have turned grey, Gin won’t be your ruin, nor your smoking phase, confined within your roam, you've little need of truth, but we want you home, beat our wings in praise, see the creep of moon, new horizons are great, let them have their due.

Chris Three

I paint like Bernardo alone, walk with a weary gait, feel my shoes worn, bring cognac to my table, napkins folded on a plate, feed my ravenous frame, no picture to look upon, swaying like a knave, wanting my work done, unshaven waiters, in winter cafes, sometimes call my name, women before me clamp, buttered hair on trains, say it makes them Glam, paintings are what I crave, museums have a lonely gaze, on short uncertain forays, they shine beneath a lamp, they could be my fame, this small room my last, to forge my name.

Sophie Three

Living here's no paradise, it never makes the news, this place doesn't splice, it could be great, stars and sea like perfume, stardust on our plate, all we need's a better life, show what we can do, maybe a wages hike, our songs still resonate, a feeling without the Blues, won't find a better rate, this barrio is our smile, all it holds is true, naked without lights, it is there to create, makes us sing anew, we won’t hesitate, to ditch these bitter rights, where we stick like glue, even the way we cry, stays within the loop.

Sophie Two

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, or written on the wall, if love holds true, knows which bells to strike, it’s because they love you, tell me you're not lonely, no matter how we fight, or beat our yellow bones, they call you Miss Fortune, pretty before your time, they don’t see your blues, the screams down a ‘phone, dreaming of paradise, a flame not at home, your big talented hue, that passes out of sight, when rain is due, clouds ride black and bold, across the winter sky, you sing less to fold, than fend off time.

Sophie

When you see a shining star, does it make you uneasy, shows you just how far, you’d kid and dodge, to stay as you please, in a warm hazy fog, post letters to the front, across a certain sea, let them cross that bar, it's not what you want, forget the cars, all the stuff you don't, pour water in my jar, make my fires decrease, tell me what's going on, like someone from afar, in a film by Spike Lee, music by Billy Maher, singing for eternity, you scatter all my needs, like ashes on the bar, a terrible intensity.

Chris Two

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, tell everyone I’m broke, echoes of an empty suitcase, another sad holiday, it's no news to me, at St Anthony’s alone, loss carries uncertainty, when you need loans, carried over till payday, you sink without trace, it’s my form of grace, songs of a dismal tone, lonely trains, whistle and moan, to begin again, lovers gone on 'planes, or down the Freeway, once a happy soul, reclaimed from the cafes, listen to this joke, I’m back in town again.

Chris

The year Lady passed away, I couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, I wanted to be alone, not see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you are an angel, I didn't have a clue, you became my sage, arranged all the loans, brought me back anew, put jelly on my bones, before this game, I didn’t think of you, only what a waste, that she's gone, lost all she gave us, done, then you began to play, all my successful tunes, now it’s a different rage, another costume.