Emily Two

By lights of a pub, where we drink wine, she gives me a shove, a deal behind Primark, to taste is no crime, let’s go of my arm, looks up above, lost in her time, the year she got bust, hair like a jump start, she hasn't a dime, no one takes her part, we meet in a club, initially fine, we run out of luck, never easy or calm, raised by great signs, she’s a wandering star, lays down lost looks, to everything wise, she asks me to rub, the pain in her side.

Emily

She has some spark, her lovely face lights, quick off the mark, she hankers for love, most of her nights, doesn’t worry what's above, in a nearby car park, they ask her why, she hangs around bars, says we all need a crust, a trolley suits her fine, she doesn’t drink doubles, never walks far, to gossip is a crime, each step's a stopped car, works without gloves, unlike other times, Okay, when it's good, there's never a chart, to show her what's right, let’s wait for the dark, maybe it's time.

Catherine Three

I stand by his grave, where praise be, I hope to be laid, my eyes like thunder, cry like the sea, it makes me shudder, from the blue Nave, stripped down like a tree, nothing’s to be saved, here and there a cluster, poplars breeze, little else passes muster, my voice starts to break, it's late for the season, birds have gone away, his face was a wonder, happy laughing clean, that I tore asunder, it's quiet at this place, a place of need, it fits his casket, left open for me.

Catherine Two

Is it fear of rain, a bird on the wire, that you rage against, shuffling in the gloom, waiting by the fire, no one flies for you, many come this way, they pester you for hire, ask and ask again, to do what you do, your eyes hide an ire, that’s forever blue, an offering to be made, a burnt out tyre, is this what you give, always someone's due, their wretched desire, nothing else is true, the miracle they crave, tongues of liars, a love that's betrayed, a funeral car ?

Catherine

Don't care how you rage, in winter's iron claw, you can’t beat the cage, there is no tune, just a shallow maw, ships sail under blue moons, work is just a game, say everyone's your whore, put salt on your days, sad song's ring on cue, what a cache they hoard, smoke ciggies in the rain, every trick in use, it’s all such a bore, curdled love lights the fuse, no one is to blame, why make them roar, a generation betrayed, conceal bitter news, take it to the shore, drink on borrowed goods, dance forever more.

Daniel Three

My song creates good mojo, nothing to be taught, you know whose it for, it jumps like a flea, whoever takes the tour, always lands on me, just this bag of bones, a lender of last resort, It won't let you doze, each tune a jumping bean, brings you back for more, makes you dig this scene, dancing in my zone, like you used to before, our time is never gone, it floats across the sea, your dress sweeps the floor, say hello to dreams, laughing smooths your tones, brings solace to the poor, tempers your groans, opens every door.

Daniel Two

You ask me what's new, never one to help the poor, always smart on cue, you wouldn’t say please, confined to any wall, an innate sense of ease, fools are there to queue, waiting by the doors, you’d bust any curfew, bad guys on the street, hardly make you pause, when you hear the screams, no one can bust through, hand you out some chores, make you sweat anew, you know where you've been, with your filthy tours, will you ever bleed, you’re not my glue, dancing like some commodore, your head full of tunes, checking out the score.