Sunday, 22 February 2009

The Goat

What you going to do, please say
Sold by people you knew one way
Selling souls for minor infection
There he was ready to pounce

The goat, the goat
The goat will take you for what you are, you’re harmless
The goat, the goat
The goat will eat you alive, regardless

When you walked in he stared you down
You call him “friend”, I say “devil”
This blistered hand from shattered hove’s
Some people say the church has no evil...?

The goat, the goat
The goat will take you for what you are, you’re harmless
The goat, the goat
The goat will eat you alive, regardless

I have a theory
I have a theory
That the ‘man’ will fuck you alive

Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
05/08/2008

Friday, 20 February 2009

To Their Knees

Black mountains and white fadings
Single vision on a double sighted view
Faculty is dead over here
No one got their thinking caps on this call
Hip bars and slick floors 
Everybody’s moving to the sound of fake halls
They stand strong 
To watch the next one fall on their face
It’s me, here
Didn’t you see? 
Broken shades on a dim lit room
Nearly there now
Over the edge now
Blurry surroundings have no pain

Inebriated in my own eyes
Startled by the lights
Careless words for nobody
Their ears up against the wall
Future, future, slow down now
Future, future, slow down now
Future, future, slow down now
Future, future slow down now
Future

Broken soldiers are failing
Seminal dreams are not on request
Mouths follow me
Eyes carry me
This sinking ship is bursting at the seems
The soldiers
To their knees 
You’re at the apex of your social life
You’re bourgeois
Ideals are
Broken with very little laugher
This is now
Not back then
Now wake up from this melancholic state
Realise that
Victory is mine
Its only a small one but one is all I need

Inebriated in my own eyes
Startled by the lights
Careless words for nobody
Their ears up against the wall
Future, future, slow down now
Future, future, slow down now
Future, future, slow down now
Future, future slow down now
...and make it last
Make it last one more day

Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
20/02/2009

Friday, 13 February 2009

Little Black Grape

Come on back little black grape
Initial sparkles of time tried but spluttered out
Heading back home, play this game, try your luck
Wanting to be someplace else with you, where?

Come on crazy wishful thinkers
Clinging onto over hanging ropes
Salty sea, water, fresh free on hopes
Falling into poison wells, down we go

So you knew the time had come
So you broke my imaginary gun
So you finish trapping all that can be taken
So it was what I knew all along
This pillow has an imprint
But was not made by my mind
And now the canvas is clear make sure the meaning is here

These darker days and darker nights
Are holding this little black grape
Two cascading tears from your sun bleached cheek
Your little black dress seems whiter than light

So you told me to be different
So you told me to be kind
So you told us to resent
So you give me one more time
And it’s fluxed into oblivion
This is just about time
This has taken long enough
That ticking clock has no rhyme

I love you
Love you tonight
Am I right in my mind?

Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
05/08/2008

Decorating In Silence

You make me feel like I need more people to be around me all the time
I need to be part of it and make more friends for my own sake
This is what you tell me
Expanding horizons to know the world
But you still go to sleep alone after all

And wake up crying on your own
Maybe you shouldn't decorate in silence at all

Expect to be alone when you call upon us
Expect to be standing there staring at the ground knowing this isn’t enough
Expect silent calls on the side table
Because you’re lonely when you’re lonely even when you think you have us lot

You wake up crying all alone
Maybe you shouldn’t decorate in silence after all 
Not at all, at all
You make dreams with silent dreams
You’re like rain on a summer’s day
So lonely, so lonely

We came to make up a game with you
You swore to make this day so true...so we’ve
We’ve done everything; we’ll try again, one more time
We came to finish your promises to...
You said this would be a long summer too
We’ve done everything; we’ll try again, one more time

Convoluted
Convoluted sun rays correct your wrong ways
Drowning spectators cheer anyway
We tried everything, we tried, we’re tired

Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
13/02/2009