Ulyana

Is it peace or fame, that takes you higher, or keeps away the rage, shuffling out the gloom, chanting to the wind, who will fly to you, many come this way, they pester you for hire, ask and ask again, tell them what to do, their faces dire, bones forever blue, an offering to the highway, a burnt-out tyre, this is all you give, is any kindness due, replacing warm desire, what is left of virtue, if you play with fire?

Taylor

I'd gamble it all away, don't care what I do, you won’t stop my rage, in winter's iron maw, there is no sweet Neptune, just a shallow thaw, watch ships in the bay, work is such a dude, what they give as pay, everyone is sore, bells ring out on cue, no one can save anymore, smoke Camels in the rain, every phone in use, they play us at our game, love comes tied with cord, I don’t really hate, but stuff makes me roar, feel betrayed.

Talia

I'd gamble it all away, don't care what I do, you won’t stop my rage, in winter's iron maw, there is no Neptune, just a shallow thaw, watch ships in the bay, work is such a dude, what they give as pay, everyone's is sore, bell ring out on cue, no one can save anymore, smoke Camels in the rain, every platform in use, they play us at our game, love comes tied with cord, I don’t really hate, stuff that makes me roar, betrayed.

Suzie

My song brings good mojo, It maybe flawed, but it beats going solo, we aim to please, whoever takes the tour, love always lands on me, shrieks with my band alone, blending songs and notes, breaks our bones to perform, crowds mad as jumping beans, scream us on for more, don’t you dig this scene, whirl around in my zone, like we did before, our time is never done, sun dances on the sea, pierces to the ocean floor, hello sweet dreams, hanging with the poor.

Romy

Tell me what's new, do you ever help the poor, always smart on cue, you don’t say please, barge through any door, an entitled sense of ease, wherever there’s a queue, you’ll work that floor, bust any curfew, bad guys on the street, never make you pause, won’t hear of stolen dreams, following life’s issues, forget doing chores, they only make you Blue, you know what’s seen, on all your gorgeous walks, you’ll never beg release, signals of a semaphore.

Quiana

You came to us in bits, a crisis of your blood, somehow nothing fits, you make the claim, that words misunderstood, never reach the Pale, forget those yellow lists, they do no-one any good, chained by your kids, wait another day, give this life a plug, take them on holiday, simply do what we insist, it won’t drive you nuts, seize these days as gifts, you are not someone crazy, who gets a little overun, we cater for every taste, who needs a chorus ?

Patricia

Never stops for gain, every task in Lent, doesn't feel the strain, or get sore, putting up old defences, scratched namings at the door, no matter what it takes, she’s always present, to the eternal waste, fools might sing for applause, clap hands like the rest, but ignore the real score, no need to remonstrate, just brings out our best, but when the night breaks, her heart soars, scatters us then, always asks for more, her investment spent.