Camila

Singers dream of home, Arenas are lonely places, gazing out alone, grasping all our fright, that really is our fame, how the world seems bright, heaven to look out upon, the sea of lovely faces, shine like polished stones, from long summer flights, to every ezotic place, our soul's somehow light, but leave us on paths unknown, doubts creep in like waves, fear of that talent gone, waiters dance in fairy lights, bring cognac to our table, please God will be alright, our act of grace remain.

Our Cargo Party: Bodie

Our Cargo Party: Bodie: Give me children and dogs, you can be who you are, lost in some hazy fog, please help me to realise, what's gone on so far, with s...

Our Cargo Party: Bodie

Our Cargo Party: Bodie: Give me children and dogs, you can be who you are, lost in some hazy fog, please help me to realise, what's gone on so far, with s...

Our Cargo Party: Bodie

Our Cargo Party: Bodie: Give me children and dogs, you can be who you are, lost in some hazy fog, please help me to realise, what's gone on so far, with s...

Bodie

Give me children and dogs, you can be who you are, lost in some hazy fog, please help me to realise, what's gone on so far, with someone so unwise, is this what you want, waiting for that part, a tidal wave in your car, west of these broken skies, the sea is like a scar, it always makes me rise, you need extra money lots, all my cards are marked, energy won't reach that far, does your new love suffice, assign you all she can't, little ones would be nice, grasp astonished stars ?

Amelia

Who do you want to suffer more, me or your wretched mother, outside her opera or foodstore, on a perfect sunny evening, the kids looked after by others, all your money goes on winning, you work out a knowing score, in life between the covers, who do you think you are, certainly wiser than me, in your sedan washed slumber, RayBans eye the front seats, sunlight glints on terrace floor, music you say brings lovers, everything about you knawed, I sip a long Campari, dusk is a sweet red colour, an Atlantic bay in Brittany, you'll die in broken waters.

Zoe

Love is a breakfast test, in this springtime of trauma, don't I feel blessed, sailing dangerously, with a would be Cassanova, all my troubles start with me, they roll around my head, it's a tremendous performance, like opening doors of a shed, howling like a banshee, my complaints grow enormous, why not just bend and breeze, Truth Social roars its manifest, everything inside me pauses, seeks wine at 8 am no less, shocked that am never at ease, a boat rocking in a storm, I try to calm the inner sea, will love see me home ?