Iain

All of you make jokes, don't disturb my waves, worry if I’ll cope, never stoop to choose, or firmly swim away, think how much you’ll lose, you are not dopes, to encourage easy ways, as if you had no scope, if you want good news, let others stand and gape, what I say is true, because you moan and mope, note every bitter phase, down every coming slope, it won’t separate the numbers, for distant tides or sail, ships can leave without you, some things can’t be undone, never is too late, to face you here alone I would call it grace.

Roberta

Forget all the clowns, that come to woo you, half of them in chains, as loud as your woes, ships blow hooters, every song sings of home, not just in their dance, but down each avenue , who can fault your elan, a queen without a throne, bars are full of losers, you’d rather be alone, nothing comes by chance, your chimes maybe fewer, but forget about the past, barefoot walk on stones, you would never refuse, a game of Bingo in yellow stripey clothes, aboard a Yankee schooner, no need for ballroom gowns, to make them swoon.

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?