Dave Three

Cocaine is our lady, we accept her burnt cheer, it brings us the cradle, turns a city to stone, down avenues so clear, we wear different bones, love is our trade, we handle it without fear, like fried halloumi these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing’s too dear, what we crave most, pick up the shame, we just need the gear, for all of our forays, never willed or on show, no need for tears, face nightmares unknown, anyone who says, there’s no need for tears, I’ll show them what’s rage, in these turbulent years.

Chris

The year Lady passed away, I couldn't get past the blues, was sunken day by day, I hated to be alone, or see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you were an angel, I haven't got a clue, how to deal with rage, you arranged the loans, introduced me to the crew, put jelly on my bones, before this game, I only thought of you, and what you created, when you started to waste, useless cooking food, it has a different taste, your tune still resonates, in all that I do, even in this digital age God bless the loving fool.

Rosa Two

Who hasn't thought, alone and perplexed, worrying about what we’ve bought, over a drink of wine, the burdens of text, Birthdays, parties, Valentines, other stuff we’ve caught, from mouths of the vexed, ask what’s the score, with men Online, who will pop up next, demanding our time, generally divorced, wearing a vest, drunk and overwrought, it's me at the shopping mall, staring at the best, will anyone give a call, firmly click their jaws, these resurrections tests, supposed to be joyous, are just like the rest.

Rosa

She has such a giving way, she brings me Bollinger, on Christmas Day, what can we do alone, without repentance, in circumstances of our own, wine pours down my face, it’s like a Christening, she cuts the Angel cake, are we here or gone, she hasn't got a pot to piss in, we laugh at the unknown, choose to live or waste, call our lives as witness, poured upon to pray, she stumbles down the road, like a totem off the sea, those trips on our bones, are my greatest days, when not scared shitless, gives the ease to celebrate, a lovely spirit.

Alex Two

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance at Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, they look after their own, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, all our loving at Crosby, every part of our home, suddenly drained, now we're alone, you grab my sleeve, pull me to the Bay, my troubles ease, by the wind brown estuary, I hold your face, think like Fernandghetti; catch horizons like these, you wonder why I pray, buy me chips and peas strip away Cocaine.

Alex

Your house beyond the dunes, roses rise beneath the sky, death won’t bring you ruin, all chefs die intestate, fashioned dishes may lie, it’s better than the prostrate, even God is not immune, he takes each love aside, won't be duped, fire burns the oven grate, don't tell me how you cried, smoke rises from the hot plate, it isn't me but you, dying in the tide, don't you know you fool, with all your shades of blue, you left me hanging out to dry, all the lovers too, they come to say how are you, pillowed troubles slight, a laughing kitchen crew, debts gone from their eyes.

Dave Two

In any cafe', when you figure it, there's always the odd flake, where the kitchen shakes, chefs boiling in fits, forget about the wage, they’re all on the make, with their new gadgets, that go in this place, my back’s in outer space, no hands can fit, around the pain, it spins before my face, like a launderette, puts me out the game, hanging on a door frame, music from a playlist, holds me up this way, it'd be a cheek to say, love doesn’t exist, when my wife and my mate, act like they’ve hit.