Moments of silence
Moments of solace to lower your rate
Times are pointless, yes
The door
The door slams and there’s still no, still no sound here
I wish I had reviled
Then there would have been
There would have been a reason to capture reason
So annihilate these shackles
Transgress again
What’s five minutes between the two of us?
Vexed in this condition
Vacant conversations
The smallest abbreviation would annoy
The varied solutions that would convey
The smallest abbreviation would annoy
The varied solutions that would convey
A puff of smoke
In my face and there goes the door again
A flat drink in my hand
Broken toes and an unapologetic “I’m sorry”
Your laugh, cacophonous little laugh
Your wrath, raptitious little wrath
Moments of silence
Moments of solace...
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
Monday, 29 September 2008
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Visitors
I’m coming to your town
People look at you with a frown
But there’s still hope in this little place, please relate
Where many things happened along with mates
Don’t speculate
One last time
When I saw the hill from afar
I knew I hadn’t reached my peak
But was the top taller than the fall
The bottom was way down
Taller than the fall, was it too far down
Taller than the fall, maybe “no”
Mountain tops touch sky so high on a broken cloud on which we sit
Although I know this home I will not fit
Thing is I bet nearly all the same people are working in all the same shops
Same old DJ’s playing the same new song on the same sticky dance floor to the same drunken few
But I love it anyway especially when nothings new
Little bubble
Bet not much has changed
When you’re wrapped up in your own little world
And I can remember what went before
You were always grasping at straws that were too short
Drowning can only happen on these torrents of nights when people are only trying to fit in
We’re staying for the win
Making sure tonight will last
Or just the next few years whether it be good or bad
‘cos soon it will be gone
The time from which you micturated upon
Come dance with me and talk about it later
Morning views made me stop
And made me think we had this lot, to make us question
What everyone else was waking up to
Maybe this will last forever
Or that little bit longer so I can walk the hill
To stand up above this sinking town
Oh, little bubble
Mountain tops touch sky so high on a broken cloud on which we sit
Although I know this home I will not fit
Thing is I bet nearly all the same people are working in all the same shops
Same old DJ’s playing the same new song on the same sticky dance floor to the same drunken few
But I love it anyway especially when nothings new
Little bubble
And its a shame we’ll never go back the same
Only as visitors and maybe for one last time
We were young and not in any line
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
People look at you with a frown
But there’s still hope in this little place, please relate
Where many things happened along with mates
Don’t speculate
One last time
When I saw the hill from afar
I knew I hadn’t reached my peak
But was the top taller than the fall
The bottom was way down
Taller than the fall, was it too far down
Taller than the fall, maybe “no”
Mountain tops touch sky so high on a broken cloud on which we sit
Although I know this home I will not fit
Thing is I bet nearly all the same people are working in all the same shops
Same old DJ’s playing the same new song on the same sticky dance floor to the same drunken few
But I love it anyway especially when nothings new
Little bubble
Bet not much has changed
When you’re wrapped up in your own little world
And I can remember what went before
You were always grasping at straws that were too short
Drowning can only happen on these torrents of nights when people are only trying to fit in
We’re staying for the win
Making sure tonight will last
Or just the next few years whether it be good or bad
‘cos soon it will be gone
The time from which you micturated upon
Come dance with me and talk about it later
Morning views made me stop
And made me think we had this lot, to make us question
What everyone else was waking up to
Maybe this will last forever
Or that little bit longer so I can walk the hill
To stand up above this sinking town
Oh, little bubble
Mountain tops touch sky so high on a broken cloud on which we sit
Although I know this home I will not fit
Thing is I bet nearly all the same people are working in all the same shops
Same old DJ’s playing the same new song on the same sticky dance floor to the same drunken few
But I love it anyway especially when nothings new
Little bubble
And its a shame we’ll never go back the same
Only as visitors and maybe for one last time
We were young and not in any line
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
Tom Curtis
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Found you on the broken path
I’m glad I didn’t get away that, fast
Stones spelt your name in the damp grass
Maybe one day we’ll touch shoulders and pass
Mist is in the air
Music was played in the amphitheatre
If you weren’t here yesterday
Then tell me where and I’ll find the written path
But they’re just pebbles down here
Making letter on the broken path
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Found you down below
This time I was less mellow
Stones were spilt and no longer spelt ‘hero’
Faking soil for the time being
Lets move on from this ‘cos nothing happened
No one was even there?????
A flustered engine and rain drenched shoes
Lets never think of this again
Because to be fair nothing actually happened
I’ll just look at my laces and make sure they’re fastened
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
But where is he anyway
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Found you on the broken path
I’m glad I didn’t get away that, fast
Stones spelt your name in the damp grass
Maybe one day we’ll touch shoulders and pass
Mist is in the air
Music was played in the amphitheatre
If you weren’t here yesterday
Then tell me where and I’ll find the written path
But they’re just pebbles down here
Making letter on the broken path
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Found you down below
This time I was less mellow
Stones were spilt and no longer spelt ‘hero’
Faking soil for the time being
Lets move on from this ‘cos nothing happened
No one was even there?????
A flustered engine and rain drenched shoes
Lets never think of this again
Because to be fair nothing actually happened
I’ll just look at my laces and make sure they’re fastened
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Tom Curtis won’t go away
But where is he anyway?
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
Thursday, 4 September 2008
My Festival Adventure
So, Leeds has been and gone with a massive, world damaging bang. So many highs its difficult to know where to start!?! I'll go from the beginning...
...Excitement built (as it did the previous year) and I had about 6 hours sleep in two days, at this point I had been nowhere near Leeds or Bramham Park. A few last minute purchases were made which included alcohol, booze and batteries for 99p.
So I awake 0430 am on the Thursday before Leeds in the 'D' at my second home (Stuart and Gem do a grand job at looking after their Grant Mitchell/David Brent lovechild). Our first form of transport/baggage carrier/Leeds doer arrives and excitement levels rise, it starts to get silly. The second form of transport/baggage carrier/Leeds doer arrives and we then realise that we have insufficient space for luggage and people. We thought that we couldn't leave anyone behind and a diplomatic decision was made, the Castabino would be travelling to Leeds.
At the meet-up at the service station, which was a little later than expected but spirits were still sky high and on we went to our (my) heaven. A journey which, at tops, should have taken two hours, took ten. People got silly, threatened to turn around but due to their petrol shortage realised that they wouldn't have got far. The blue haired walker was always ahead, by a long way. But the five car convoy had the skills to move on through the queues.
Anyway, we arrived at Bramham Park a lot later than expected and everyone was tired but overjoyed that we had actually made it. The mud was...muddy and the bags were heavy, reinforcements were called and we got pitched and drunk, again, later than expected.
Friday came and this was the start, tonnes of band to see that I may only get to watch once in a life-time, friends that I knew were the best fun in the world so the ingredients were there. They mixed so well to make an unforgettable weekend of amazing, hilarious laughs and drunken Norwegians.
Its very rare that a weekend can be so good, nothing would be changed. I hope certain people can make it next year and the lump in my throat on the way out was in vain.
All I can say is "Leeds five" CLICK!
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
...Excitement built (as it did the previous year) and I had about 6 hours sleep in two days, at this point I had been nowhere near Leeds or Bramham Park. A few last minute purchases were made which included alcohol, booze and batteries for 99p.
So I awake 0430 am on the Thursday before Leeds in the 'D' at my second home (Stuart and Gem do a grand job at looking after their Grant Mitchell/David Brent lovechild). Our first form of transport/baggage carrier/Leeds doer arrives and excitement levels rise, it starts to get silly. The second form of transport/baggage carrier/Leeds doer arrives and we then realise that we have insufficient space for luggage and people. We thought that we couldn't leave anyone behind and a diplomatic decision was made, the Castabino would be travelling to Leeds.
At the meet-up at the service station, which was a little later than expected but spirits were still sky high and on we went to our (my) heaven. A journey which, at tops, should have taken two hours, took ten. People got silly, threatened to turn around but due to their petrol shortage realised that they wouldn't have got far. The blue haired walker was always ahead, by a long way. But the five car convoy had the skills to move on through the queues.
Anyway, we arrived at Bramham Park a lot later than expected and everyone was tired but overjoyed that we had actually made it. The mud was...muddy and the bags were heavy, reinforcements were called and we got pitched and drunk, again, later than expected.
Friday came and this was the start, tonnes of band to see that I may only get to watch once in a life-time, friends that I knew were the best fun in the world so the ingredients were there. They mixed so well to make an unforgettable weekend of amazing, hilarious laughs and drunken Norwegians.
Its very rare that a weekend can be so good, nothing would be changed. I hope certain people can make it next year and the lump in my throat on the way out was in vain.
All I can say is "Leeds five" CLICK!
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
I Nearly Drowned So I Went For a Second Swim
So I realise, I could have died tonight
But that didn’t stop me going down, deeper under toe
The rain made it worse
So I handed you my phone
When we were in the lion I didn’t realise I could have died tonight
So buy me one last round ‘cos I’m going home
We’ll dance to one more ‘cos I want to go home
Can you hear that sound? Am I drowning down?
Will you listen when I say you’re going to die tonight?
Will you hear when he said its going to blow you away
I’m not going to die on a Saturday night
So I realised, I can’t swim with beer goggles on
Dancing on the sea bed, can’t touch the ground
We hung on the boat which was adrift, you decided to leave
I can remember why we swam so we could chill and have a beer
Sun burns my face whilst I try to swim
Sun burns my face whilst I try to swim
Can you hear that sound? Am I drowning down?
Will you listen when I say you’re going to die today?
Will you hear when he said it’s going to take you down?
I’m not going to die on a sunny day
Drowning...not tonight
Falling...not today
I’m not going to die on a Saturday night
I’m not going to drown on a sunny day
I’m not gonna go on a Saturday night
I’m not going to die on a Saturday night
Can you hear that sound? Am I drowning down?
Will you listen when I say you’re going to die tonight?
Will you hear when he said it’s going to blow you away?
I’m not going to die on a Saturday night
Drowning...not tonight
Falling...no today
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
But that didn’t stop me going down, deeper under toe
The rain made it worse
So I handed you my phone
When we were in the lion I didn’t realise I could have died tonight
So buy me one last round ‘cos I’m going home
We’ll dance to one more ‘cos I want to go home
Can you hear that sound? Am I drowning down?
Will you listen when I say you’re going to die tonight?
Will you hear when he said its going to blow you away
I’m not going to die on a Saturday night
So I realised, I can’t swim with beer goggles on
Dancing on the sea bed, can’t touch the ground
We hung on the boat which was adrift, you decided to leave
I can remember why we swam so we could chill and have a beer
Sun burns my face whilst I try to swim
Sun burns my face whilst I try to swim
Can you hear that sound? Am I drowning down?
Will you listen when I say you’re going to die today?
Will you hear when he said it’s going to take you down?
I’m not going to die on a sunny day
Drowning...not tonight
Falling...not today
I’m not going to die on a Saturday night
I’m not going to drown on a sunny day
I’m not gonna go on a Saturday night
I’m not going to die on a Saturday night
Can you hear that sound? Am I drowning down?
Will you listen when I say you’re going to die tonight?
Will you hear when he said it’s going to blow you away?
I’m not going to die on a Saturday night
Drowning...not tonight
Falling...no today
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
Refelections
Tell me you were there
Tell me you were there too
Standing on the same trodden ground
That took us both under in threes
It can’t happen without the other
Thats why I’m asking for your presence
We could listen to some music
We could listen to some music and remember
Colour the sky with mirrors on the ground
Smash the stars with solid sound
Make the back of your mind work
Make it work so we can watch the reflecting moon
This could be so vicious
Or crazy, lady, oh so sinful baby
There is a spark
So lets ignite it into a fire
You’re “Weaving dreams” tonight
Inwards and release
Making mishaps for a while
Lets suffer just for tonight
Colour the sky with mirrors on the ground
Smash the stars with solid sound
Make the back of your mind work
Make it work so we can watch the reflecting moon
I stand here and stop
To take it all in
But all I’m doing
Is wasting time without you
Colour the sky with mirrors on the ground
Smash the stars with solid sound
Make the back of your mind work
Make it work so we can watch the reflecting moon
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
Tell me you were there too
Standing on the same trodden ground
That took us both under in threes
It can’t happen without the other
Thats why I’m asking for your presence
We could listen to some music
We could listen to some music and remember
Colour the sky with mirrors on the ground
Smash the stars with solid sound
Make the back of your mind work
Make it work so we can watch the reflecting moon
This could be so vicious
Or crazy, lady, oh so sinful baby
There is a spark
So lets ignite it into a fire
You’re “Weaving dreams” tonight
Inwards and release
Making mishaps for a while
Lets suffer just for tonight
Colour the sky with mirrors on the ground
Smash the stars with solid sound
Make the back of your mind work
Make it work so we can watch the reflecting moon
I stand here and stop
To take it all in
But all I’m doing
Is wasting time without you
Colour the sky with mirrors on the ground
Smash the stars with solid sound
Make the back of your mind work
Make it work so we can watch the reflecting moon
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
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