John

Say your life’s so unfair, many a seed is sown, then again what’s shared, if you bring the sea, to face the bright unknown, you’ll find what’s meant to be, in someone’s loving care, drink it down and feel, what you need is more, is this fixed image real, were you ever born, to feel such loving need, when someone makes a dare, do you moan, dance unsteadily on chairs, throw away your keys, mask with scorn, any wanton creed, give us your daily prayer, make us warm as toast, don’t be scared, talk always has a cost

Carney

Your face set like stone, asks how it’s to be, tell me all you know, chipped away by time, the daily useless commentary, I try to answer that, neck splashed with shaving foam, problems hang around me, stretched out like a photo show, on Sunday's I drink wine, until time freezes, when your turbulent mind, plays tunes that suddenly echo, and dance inside me, struggle now to focus, my house on the train line, the bottom of a road, where I smell the limes, as my body loudly groans, as if carefree, makes an appeal to microphones, watches morning TV?

Marky

Dream tunes won't hurt, enough to crack, our happy café’ world, silken tents you've thrown, never collapse, held fast by metronomes, plates you sometimes hurl, nothing keeps me back, sweet talk makes you curl, this life is not our own, in many ways it's crass, consider that part gone, I’m not perturbed, how much time has passed, which flags are left unfurled, restraint is constant hope, will you hold me fast, nothing's worth the slope, old songsters sing or burn, set me on the path, turn the flame down, make it last.

Lynchy

The part of you we knew, used to play it short, raged at life around you, in this consumer light, you’re gone without a call, not very wise, nothing gives us a clue, no print or written law, if your trail’s well used, did we know your plight, or try to stop you go, with your cards so slight, we’d never be so rude, to bleat of others' woes, hard to make the rules, what we know of you, let us not postpone, stuff that’s hard to do, when you face the Court.

john Lynch

You say that you rule, working on the bread line, regarding the fools, think you're so great, before other's demise, stop before it's too late, it’s making you cruel, regard what’s going on inside, the face of Mr Cool, once again, your eyes dance like fireflies, you’ll have your way, but a poor gruel, overcooks these lies, if it’s all you do, lost in this game, strike before the time, of who holds the reins, burnt out mules, may offer you insight, but what's a greater wisdom, than being kind?

Karina

The love you sow, never goes to waste, everywhere you sound its echo, you have no need, to circle each new day, or save enough to flee, in garments sewn, by a drunken oblate, this is all you know, songs, flowers, pieces, to keep you engaged, don’t need to be free, you’ve already flown, away from his name, makes you sing as you go, a house by the sea, tides and winter and flame, make you happy, brilliant songs, whisper your fame, you are the full show, stars shape your passage.

Puffa

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, have their own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of Sunday, our loving done within reach, each part of the gloom, is suddenly drained, somewhere in the blue, you touch my knee, show me the way, my troubles cease, I'm windblown happy, I hold your face, love this soul café, catch moments like these, listen to what I say, buy me chips and mushy peas, watch my eyes dilate