Natalie

We stretch our sunny days, your smile's a living dream, now you're on your way, save me the good news, like a near one’s face, you always know what to do, laughing if it rains, over the water Wallasey, it’s great to see you again, there’s a spirit in you, that’s so easy, no parish of broken rules, demands you work and save, whenever there's a need, you might even take sail, the lovers that you spooked, from one act scenes, you're nobody’s fool, painting in a warm cafe', returns all that feeling, volunteer more days, shining not speaking.

Oriol

Can you identify, that easy thing, between Doll’s House and sky, what has been emptied, makes other parts sing, like love to this waterside, you need no inquiry, when dreams become nothing, and then buried, who needs bells to chime, when we all think, here’s such a good time, some drive Mercedes, laugh as they fling, stuff that makes them happy, each stage of life, can end in a blink, some kiss their wives, in a summer's twilight, you might watch me string, streamers on a kite, then we’ll start flying.

Joe

In the garden metal creaks, I listen to the rain, and turn somehow to speak, this is not my tune, I say, but my words aren’t new, old bricks are stubbled green, an afternoon shower prevaricates, it knows what I've seen, Paris and sunlit avenues, not just as a keepsake, but places I well knew, dressed in O’Neil’s cotton tee, I pull a smiley face, it reaches to my knees, besides us a Magnolia blooms, this yard’s like a cradle, you can smell the Ocean, it’s a joy to squeeze, a life from many taken, a manner so to speak, we live best this way.

Womack

Painting by an unlit lamp, a tree, the bridge, shaking, working like a tramp, I listen to the news, someone else to hate, other cud to chew, it makes a decorater dance, if I play this game, we could go to France, hoping we’re not askew, wondering what's to gain, whatever else we do, all this talk of paths, they’ll scatter our remains, whenever there’s a chance, someone will bring a van, sing hooly what a day, drink before we’re asked, cigarettes and laughs, beer drunk like champagne, life here is crap,

Steve Miller

Let me engage, your tattooed feet in dance, rooms glow in dark spaces, I know what to do, wait for kindness to land, try to make life smooth, there’s nothing in this game, rides on pure chance, when you pull away, you’re great at slow moves, a thief of lonely repast don't let them get to you, my life is framed, your face is tanned, gliding around this café’, tell me sink a few, put down the chip pan, there’s only one of you, twirl me 'round again, throw me off balance, say what you have to say, I’ll take my chance.

Subterranean

Ferlinghetti deigns from on high, is that my memory, you have to wonder why, if it's true, he’s as bad as me, goggles blue as jewels, his diamond eyes burn bright, has hopes of continuing free, the manager here is fine, says what a work crew, she fires off breezily, they’d sleep till noon, sailing the sky, then sink below scrutiny, in this cold April light, they're so sad and cool, who can expect sympathy, when things turn unusual, on these long dives, he sinks for the company, doesn’t know if she’s right, it’s all for the café’.

James Mac

My eyes fix a place, where we just carry on, where no one bears blame, or cares about our ways, a tide rises then is gone, beyond any time frame, then you stroke my face, your running lines worn, delta of a smiling face, soon we’ll be safe, make wolf howls at the moon, the joy of running away, maybe we'll take a train, search for a winter stove, somewhere safe to lay, we’ll raise our game, make light of broken rooms, love’s better on absent days, beats the clock’s disgrace, explosive as a bomb, no one will ever say, we’re better off alone?