Sara

Is it children you want, just to see who you are, lost in some hazy fog, if that's what's cool, you are the North star, looking down from above, born from the river salt, I realise what's going on, you need water and dogs, don't get me fooled, say your love's ajar, beached somewhere new, my dreams are pliant, no interest in futile starts, just say what your doing, try dancing on stools, tiny footprints mark, in this game they're rules, you happy so far ?

Rosalie

Paintings are my scene, museums have a lonely grace, sometimes you hear screams, stare at a catalogue tome, quality that's not great, face redder than a boat, the world gives us steam, not just a summer palace, gas fired winter dreams, how often do I drone. hoping for you to relate, the breadth of our zones, you are like Monet, before his great fame, silent fountain sunlit lake, unshaven waiters moan, bring cognac to our table wanting this cafe' to close, sling my jewelled frame.

Our Cargo Party: Queen

Our Cargo Party: Queen: In a spartan cafe' reclaimed from the sea I watch the green eevening, let the anchor bones, carry him from me, as far as Davy Jones, ...

Our Cargo Party: Queen

Our Cargo Party: Queen: In a spartan cafe' reclaimed from the sea I watch the green eevening, let the anchor bones, carry him from me, as far as Davy Jones, ...

Our Cargo Party: Queen

Our Cargo Party: Queen: In a spartan cafe' reclaimed from the sea I watch the green eevening, let the anchor bones, carry him from me, as far as Davy Jones, ...

Our Cargo Party: Queen

Our Cargo Party: Queen: In a spartan cafe' reclaimed from the sea I watch the green eevening, let the anchor bones, carry him from me, as far as Davy Jones, ...

Our Cargo Party: Queen

Our Cargo Party: Queen: In a spartan cafe' reclaimed from the sea I watch the green eevening, let the anchor bones, carry him from me, as far as Davy Jones, ...