Builder Dave

What it means to try, within a screaming gale, hoping not to lie, in your bones, you don't need to fail, to find yourself alone, studying a time, when life’s a trial, helped along by wine, how you atone, when love wails, in faces around your home, flip a coin see the sky, think of taking sail, best to leave this way, walk on broken stones, discard desolate mail, be kind to weeping hosts, try to dance the while can’t be worse than Jail, never lose that big smile, when you hit the trail.

Paul

Say you’ll get a grip, please don’t rage and moan, give me that old guff, you don't need drink to say, stash it as you go, find the need to get away, you always make surly trips, a manacled wretched clone, watch others dance so hip, won’t let your spirits fray, down unforgiving zones, lies in everything they say, make your laughter drip, like alcoholic mojos, with their lousy 'scripts, will you get some sleep, for all your unpaid loans, when faith makes a leap, don’t wonder why her kiss, beats every childhood groan, here’s another coffin ship, waiting as your home.

Adam

She has such giving ways, brings me Bollinger, on my birthday, what can we do alone, without the sense, of living out our time, wine pours down my face, it’s like a Christening, she slices the Angel cake, are we here or gone, without a penny to spin, laugh at the unknown, sample the waste, our jellied lives crowned, when called upon to pray, we roll and pitch astern, like ships on the sea, will this yard atone, for the greatest of days, awash with pay slips, it’s easy to celebrate, her rubbish in the spirit.

Simon

Tell me, tell me why, they treat you like a seer, my lips dance in delight , you command a beautiful air, bells wash away the fear, candle scent and myrrh, who says when we die, there’s call for stolen tears, demands we have to try, life contains a passionate flair, a proud songster, our joy in what we share, I walk like a man gone by, through the city's cheer, so hot it seems to fry, every stolen lair, strum songs for their ears, we don’t have a care, our heads full of literature, they love orators here, in darkness and green light, you say it’s only fair.

Asia's Beat Eyes

What do you care, don't hold me in traces, you wouldn't dare, the tune is not easy, blue folds in my face, spun by the breeze, say you need to share, our kissing place, why store me here, in chains to the sea, unlike your gaze, a hymn to what’s seized, I know what's fair, when your eyes glaze, lips that snare, on swollen dreams, no one escapes, sugar sweet, we are no choir, If this Café’s so great, are you aware, what you face?

Dominic

Fear is dark around the bight, makes me swallow ancient flame, wait for lamps to shine, when I'm near to you, I'm certain that I’ll stay, the rocks make different hues, you say dead right, it only takes a moment to pray, drink a little sweet wine, there are many paths through, a muso can't explain, forget the bitter feuds, laughter comes at better times, no one's here to blame, we don’t have to fight, fire cannot use, or sand dunes sweep away, the return of the new, beyond this moonless night, I need you to state, say break our silence, let’s go home again.

Emma

A painter of religious scenes, she dabs around a glaze, a thirty-year-old dream, regards the work she’s honed, abandoned to this game, it’s never set in stone, yellow days of sunbeams, she always feels the same, images not what they mean, the canvas lets her roam, a stretch on wooden nails, in many ways she's gone, a matchstick in the sea, bobbing without a name, floating for eternity, work is hard to own, laughs come day to day, in this ocean town, her head cries for relief, sunken eyes go missing, her mind is never easy, she nails another frame.