Tilly

The turn of lovely days, graze our great freedom, a brimming river estuary, streets and diners come awake, a sense of scholastic ease, sunlit time is breaking, not really home we pray, catch stupid yellow dreams, conjure with our brains, where does debt get paid, beneath cool trees, blue drinks served on trays, Our lady shows the way, beat your heart these seasons, luck is what you crave, departing's an awful strain, bells ring out to sea, another time to go away, will we ever be released?

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.

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, tarry blonde all wispy day, tide like a coming enemy, another one walks away, shadows make the zones, where we sailed to be free, play on echoing bones, dawn brings falling rain, pockets suddenly empty, in mist the sad causeway, I'll keep the dusty tomes, love gone down the quays. will ressurect my fortune serve 'till eternity,

Paislee

Say nothing is any good, suffer like your mother, sat in some wretched club, outside the Cafe' Du line, it’s a perfect love, sunny evenings just fine, kids are the fatherhood, overseen by their brothers, is yours in trouble, served by keeping time, knowing what if you must, anothe glass of wine, you know how to scrub, life between the covers, do what you always should, think you’re best at guile, than others behind the shutters, Ray Bans pushed a little higher, will it bring you closer ?

Ophelia

In days of autumn's wire, night rides black and cold, stars fall down like ice, no matter what we sing, the wind is fierce and bold, knows which bells to ring, love is juxt desire, if we're not at home, blows flame across our fire, our cries recall something, lost on mobile ‘phones, wanting substance anything, absence asks what we renqire, to say if we're alone, what we need to aspire, in this yellow evening, our wanting to atone, in any way stop feeling, what's written on a board.

Natalie

Here's a thing for you, you who always come first, with all your jiggery doo, you’re not enough born, to rage against my thirst, when feelings get torn, the sea is deep blue, you've no time for mirth, home is not a Bayou, by book or by 'phone, your trail is well versed, to know how you're doing, try again slice the moon, pull away and swear, your eyes like fish glue. pass a drive in cafe', where all debt's squared, your stars are never true, divine the easy air.