Asha

Laugh at hopes betrayed, gather holy things, take them to my grave, make me give a truth, to every little fling, notes arrive on cue, what a dance they make, woven silks they bring, when they hide their face, if only they knew, love is not a circus ring, but murders quite a few, smoke gathers in the rain, they ask me to sing, the tunes of Billy Holiday, ships turn on their screws, I really love the spray, it blows away the Blues, gamble all and say, life to me is everything, won’t miss a single day, salt crushed lightning.

Roberta Three

I'll have you know, what I really feel, almost in my bones, my jilted smile's a strain, squirming in the creel, they catch it anyway, take my time and blow, this night on a wheel, rivers always flow, why ask for rain, bathe in mountain streams, I can live again, there’s plenty to bestow, with other crazy schemes, I’ll make a picture show, no need to go away, live without appeal, face each coming day, don't have to borrow, say how I’ve been, tell them Oh so so, dance in my dreams.

Roberta Two

Forget all the clowns, that come to woo you, half of them in chains, as loud as your woes, ships blow hooters, every song sings of home, not just in their glance, but down each avenue, who can fault your tan, you reign without a throne, the bars are full of losers, you’d rather be alone, nothing comes by chance, your times are fewer, forget about the past, barefoot walk on stones, you would never refuse, a life that’s gone, strange this coming down, aboard a Yankee a schooner, no swish of ballroom gown, you’re one to love her. Y

Roberta

You'll pay a heavy score, my face is lemon blue, the rinds are raw, no sense of ease, get back to the queue, never once say please, you think me a whore, sitting here in bloom, a fool for your cause, bad blood when we meet, you always kill my news, a flutter or a dream, hacking out your chores, you turn my life askew, why wait in furious pause, can't you see, the flowers of the moon, never wave gently, maybe I’ll roar, you'll never be my glue, stick in my craw, call in the troops.

Martina Three

If trouble's in your blood, in this place of whispers, who says it does no good, rivers you can name, don't need a chorus, repeat them all the same, times you say you should, be prepared for this, or go nuts, they'll find another way, just do what they insist, knowledge drives you crazy, maybe you need a hug, go away without a ship, rain that falls like dust, if you're free again, rush the middle distance, make the Ocean your frame, why choose, to worry about their lists, blow for tugs, you’ll ride the diagnosis.

Martina Two

How little you gesticulate, at your inventive best, when others sneer, berate, you open every door, mend all our fences, never get bored, shattered we begin to shake, drink like all the rest, we won't stop or hesitate, fools we sing forever more, you put us to the test, ask what's the score, the night's cool probate, resides in the West, no matter what toil it takes, forbidden troubadours, demand our presence, never leave us forlorn, but twist and name, whatever cask or blend, that sweeps away the pain, my good friend

Martina

Is this really the place, to start to cry, when even love is drained, the life around you shows, the best of times, now nowhere else to go, soaked upon the ocean main, the delicate airlines you fly, you always try to calculate, what there is to know, no longer hail the sky, wooden box or last throw, you once jumped bail, county lines let you by, beyond the spike of jail, your lips will never atone, for all the constant lies, like the stars grow cold, it's not easy to explain, what's going on inside, seeing your face strain, your eyes full of why?