Nadia Three

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

Nadia Two

It’s around this time, your mother comes, always with a different cry, anyone can phone, say what they’ve done, but nothing catches her throat, a fertile ground of chimes, no hint of being glum, she counts the Dimes, doesn't come alone, wants to have some fun, always with some other crone, it’s you who needs to shine, pleading c’mon mum, shaking like a vine, it nourishes her bones, to beat her little drum, it disguises what she knows, every day is a whine, she won’t waste a crumb, says only fools wait in line, show her the tomb.

Nadia

It’s you who brings hope, a flurry of the waves, along the Cobb’s slope, you never stoop to choose, always show the way, nothing you refuse, is it such a hope, to encourage each new day, as if you wouldn’t know, when you get the blues, let others stand and gape, what you say is true, don’t wonder if you'll cope, always have your way, there’ll never be a rope, to separate what is new, from distant tides or sail, love blows alongside you, things you can’t condone, never come too late, dance on slippy stones, it’s what makes you great.

Patrick Three

She won't have you, without a world to gain, knows what’s to lose, scrubbed by fire, how to remain, she balances the wire, doesn’t do feuds, makes Caramba in haste, what's not to choose, anything you desire, is hard to disdain, when so much for hire, what she's been through, can’t be laughed away, bones tell the truth, her lips won't ask why, you live with the strain, or forget what's the time, her heart seeks good news, it runs like the Spey, have you brought dancing shoes, Spring’s here again ?

Patrick Two

Nothing much to gain, a knife to your throat, it’s not easy to escape, they'll depart soon, blood on their boat, singing their tunes, you'll survive the wait, know in your bones, there is no pilot, never mind their hooks, they won’t reach a throne, or the love of fools, on a sea irate, they’ll remain forlorn , desperate for a Mate, there is only a few, who’ll escape the rope, you’re no one's dupe, it's far too late, to let them know, it is not your fate, you won’t follow.

Patrick

If you cook with gas, turn the flame up, make sure its a blast, face warm as hot stones, the way you love, beats going home, silken ones trap, their own bad skunk, sway and collapse, they ring you the most, roll in the muck, stay at their posts, drink wine aghast, say they’re no muppets, attend holy Mass, let them go roam, consider them fluff, they pick at your bones, no one lasts, without some luck, let them shout Basta give them a shrug.

Jamie Three

Like you like to rule, even on the bread line, regarding other fools, you think you're great, when other's ask why, stop before it's too late, it does no good, what’s going on inside, such a face you pull, yet once again, the eyes dance like fireflies, they’ll have their say, it’s a poor gruel, these cooked over lies, to all that is you , here in this game, you play with your life, for who holds the reins, poor burnt-out mules, offer no hindsight, but is it cool, to fulfil a demise?