Whitney

Singers dream of home, Arenas are lonely places, even wearing cotton, we glide across the night, that really is our fame, how the world seems bright, heaven to look upon, the scent of our grace, we shine like polished stones, from summer nights, or gas fired winter cafe's, how different is our flight, that path ahead unknown, carried on buttered waves, to wash our fierce aplomb, waiters glow in fairy lights, carry cognac to our table, orange gold in artifice, through a mirrored pane.

Valery

Give us dancing jewels, let me smile through tears, we shall waltz with fools, under cold white stars, golden gowns allay our fears, can't believe this farce, dreams of faraway moons, citizens brought near, raise other hopeless tunes, smile and make a start, remember ached for years, when nothing here was false, turn the heads raise a spoon, we will have no fear, how the years are cruel, shorter gait and fuller parts, this perfume costs us dear, believe me these old tarts, our Tiaras howling cheer.

Ullyses

You wish to hear success, take me for your needs, spit saliva on my battledress, oh the cabal of my name, childless again and free, do you listen to my shame, sobbing with duress, the power in your seed, behind each caress, my face travels the lanes, of a wine dark sea, a woman streaming again, you drink to the West , but know how to steal, love from this this Goddess, bewitched by my fame, you will ring my feet, see me in flames, sail more than your fleet.

Therese

A crescent summer, gone is the Spring, that makes us all winners, fear checks our paradise, a crimson path to knowing, the love of people wise, better than any bummer, winter’s now a past thing, moonlight shows its glimmer, when did I start crying, was it going back to sing, or my son started flying, Nana loved us coming, that first awakening, a man who wanted love, another one saying, don’t cling baby cling, my time to keep praying.

Suzy

When you scold us, call us robbers and rogues, we thank Mount Olympus, you are leaving this scene, let oceans wash your bones, cap every season, we have had enough fuss, more than any antidote, your kisses comes to this, we won’t care about pity, arms hanging forlorn, screeching like parakeets, the dread shrouds of locusts, where the sky is broken, your raging insistence, makes light of our freedom, shrill voice discordant, we’ll make flowers sing, we are people of destiny.

Reeve

In the bucolic rooms, proclaimed by the sea, let me dispel the gloom, common trees or blasted bark, the bones of Saint Anthony, explode in splintered sparks, the dawn brings early tribune, a tiny gift at the infirmary, to fill our empty spoons, Doctors are very smart, even when not so easy, love lifts our battered hearts, will our baby come soon, like a summer breeze, sail a bright sailed schooner, joy at whistles and booms, on St Christopher’s quay, we possess a great fortune, such serendipity.

Quiona

Love we nearly threw away, you absolved and allayed, sunk troubles in the Bay, when the skies turn pink, you kept us reined, to calendars and catechism, away from teenage forays, lapping at our name, helped us on our way, answered difficult instincts, many have heard such tales, full of rouge and lipstick, and you took the blame, howled like a blowing gale, when problems raged, we give thanks the way you think, watch cafe's swell with rain, unshaven waiters at the sink, eye our celebration.