Ella

Clattered steps in the evening, heart beating like a train, I’m dying to see her, my heads a jungle fix, high as an Arctic crane, flushing love in the mix, a drumming racket cinema reel, gorgeous flowers are sprayed, she does that to me, her touch more than any wish, how difficult it is to say, I’m a stage for all her tricks, the scent of perfume released, she arrives at the station, the joy in every crease, her face is a gift, to serenade any freighter, can you how I live, when you leave again ?

Dee

There's times I wish, I’d never being born, love’s not a cherry dish, on Princes Boulevard, my lover gone, just leave me alone, with my own cherish, that does no harm, but I won’t bet it, then a dog barks, this girl’s coming home, cars make their marks, no point getting jealous, smelling eau de cologne, Spring proves the lesson, standing by the door, they hear me shout, my freedom’s torn, days getting longer.

Chrissy

The great profuse Diva, makes good sense to me, when she raises Ave Maria, in circumstances of our own, can we ever make history, each morning a waking thorn, hymns make me dream, your face is of the sea, you sleep like a Queen, wine we brought to town, to tourists and Cafe's, you danced all around, laugh at such generous sweeps, you brush clean the streets, the place is your keep, tip Bollinger down, make time take a leap, nothing about you loaned, music is everything

Bella

Just one fervent wish, begs for three missed days, love is a spilled dish, spoken in bars on ‘phones, it brooks no delay, light holds a glassy tone, a bed within the mission, lemon trees in gentle rain, stack together each issue, no talk of prison bones, dollars can’t allay, we are long becalmed, listening out for wind, wishing for children’s praise, rolling stones without sin, in late spring’s clothes, our life rocks this way, a boat that sails alone, got to see her again.

Anna

What's wrong with dreaming, and loving the sea, forget all the scheming, like luck or a schism, it’s the place to be, when love isn’t given, a different philosophy, seizes all that energy, don’t do derogatory, play hard on the rhythm, find a reason, to dance and not spin, say your serene, even if you’re solitary, at this grand party, in this film, the sun never keels, absolves us in wonder, this spangled evening.

Zana

The guests who won’t leave, this house of the spirit, blast fire on our dreams, engage with bad news, push us to our limits, swallow some awful brew, they are like banshees, turn our bones to relics, invent terrible music sheets, know that love runs true, escape by ship this instant, make decisions on the blue, summon a horde to agree, what we gift we kill, by blessings of the sea, wild rejoicing still to do, spend our lives this minute, locked within this unholy crew, who hold all the ticket

Yara

Strained in my bones, I struggle to explain, heart whirrs like a drone, returning home feels good, kisses blown in the rain, she holds the door open, laughs at all my jokes, the useless games, small wonder that I’m broke, must do what I should, take yesterday's blame, with tins of chocolate, she wears a lemon Kermode, the ribbons of a day, leaves her standing cold, a sea wind ocean floods, the tornado of her rage, her imprisoned lips mouth, you're dancing again.