Office Ringtones

Full on fate
Our heads are drooping
And “I’m barley listening”
To your request
I’m watching windows flyby
As you mention it for the fourth time (replace this time)

I hear what you’re saying
But I’m not really listening
Why am I in this mess?
I couldn’t tell you and I care even less
You are my purpose here: I will do all I can
And answering this call could be the one I like (replace this time)

You’ve lost all sense of reality
What is the possibility of mortality?
A man with no grasp of the concept
Have I told you that I couldn’t care less?
And maybe I can see
Why I shouldn’t be here
I shouldn’t be here

The office ringtone rings again

You’ve lost all sense of reality
What is the possibility of mortality?
A man with no grasp of the concept
Have I told you that I couldn’t care less?
And maybe I can see
Why I shouldn’t be here
Why I shouldn’t be here

The office ringtone rings again
‘cos you’re all wired to the world
And I’m the only one left
“I will do all I can sir”
But what I really want to say...
Will have to wait for another day

Will have to wait for another day
Will have to wait for another day
Will have to wait for another day

Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines

Lost People Part I

After months and months of shouting at my mum whilst she watches X-Factor, dancing on Ice and other brain damaging drivel. I was thinking, Am I alone, does anybody else do this or just hate these 'reality' programmes.

After numerous conversations with the Black Whale and loathing with Sir David of Laley. I realised that my two closest mates were that for a reason.

X-Factor is designed to find future singers of this country and start a blossoming career which will see a once dinner lady performing in front of thousands. The idea seems good. Bringing the country's talent out of the woodwork. Allowing them to work alongside some of the biggest selling artists in the world. How can they fail?

Well, that's the whole point. These 'nobodies' are watched for months, engraved into the viewer’s minds. Stories to make you weep (if you have the emotional age of a 3 month old kitten), songs to make you go "WOW". The contestants are whittled down over the months and months and months and...There’s a winner who has been chosen by the shallow, blind public.

Anyway, I think you know how the show works but once the winner gets their five trillion pound contract. The money has been made from 13 million morons voting for someone who 'lost their best friend when they were 1 year old'. So, they don't need a successful artist. Release one fucked up single that will go to number one and break every record under the sun. Release a cover and let them off on their own because it’s more trouble than it’s worth.

My point is...I fucking hate this programme with every inch of my body and I just wish I was slightly more articulate to put this across, so fuck it I'm swearing.

I have no sympathy for the young lad that's heart has been broken or the previous prostitute with five kids who dream has disappeared. Andy Warhol was on the right lines.

No one has any class, decorum, shame. Well hopefully I'll see them all next Tuesday!

Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines

Night Sky Conversations

I’m breaking through this open glass
I like to walk fast

Slow motion life on the edge of a knife
Follow your strife

And all you want to do is breakdown
And all you want to do is shutdown
Is this true?
Answer if you have the time

You call this your magnum opus
That’s what your wanting, hoping, wishing

Frankly you haven’t a clue
Break up for your friends
Have the time of your life
Get drunk and be care free
Serenade the stars with pointless whispers

I’m opening the smashed window
Nowhere to go

Slower the time can pass
You’re a sad sorry lass

And all of this cannot be changed
And all of this cannot saved
Shall I stop?
Answer if you have the time

Frankly you haven’t a clue
Break up for your friends
Have the time of your life
Get drunk and be care free
Serenade the stars with pointless whispers

Grasp so tight the life is squeezed out
Rupture the cause and affect the solution
Capture the sadness in glass bottles

No one’s listening
No one can hear
Your whispers are just a misunderstanding of puzzled words stencilled on the night sky

Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines