stevie mccabe's diabolic blog

July 15, 2014

Here be munsters

Herr manYeah yeah yeah herr munster
gurning on your gurney like a puppet on a string
grinning like a brass babboon
it don’t mean a thing if it aint swinging like a a carrot

tell me if i gone too far
scratch my back with a loofah
tell me when i start to twitch
sponegebob bathtoys making me itch

herr hernan yo define positivity
the ugliest creature in humanity
anyone who had a heart
would see how heartless humanity can be

Herr Herman, your impudence knows no bounds
Dear Prudence, impudent humans

July 13, 2014

Turn back time

Filed under: 2014 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, beats, Beliefs, bleak, evil, flesh, Fuming, nub, oversize, Poetry, Tide, Time, Tradition, Tragedy, viscera — Stevie McCabe @ 12:43 pm
very messi

very messi

If i could turn back time I wouldn’t
I’d buy a sugarbean and sit it out
On a moonbeam, cinders glow like glow worms
glowering smouldering scowling – glowing

as i said earlier. towering under a cantilever
taking a whizz round the back
man i so need a whizz
the buzzard of whizz

tin can allies spinning their webs in the dark
try harder you eight legged spindly freak
a suckling pig curls its tail like a little boys willie
into a half nelson

if i could turn back time i wouldn’t
i like its forward arrow too much
the agony and the entropy
once more down to the beach rode the 500

the horses screeching tyres -
god, what a mess
people, people who need people
are losers nonetheless

July 12, 2014

Free Air

Filed under: 2014 Stuff, Anger, anthropomorphism, evil, fashion, Fuming, gaga, Hope, monsters, nub, oversize, People, Stinking Fish, style — Stevie McCabe @ 1:13 pm

airPumpin  gas into the vehicle
clock tickin over the rate is maniacal

fearing is ambivalent
some feelings are transient
some are just art
‘xcuse me while i piss in the dark

do you understand?
Dirty Old Town, Sainsberry’s jeweIl
was made for loving
ripe to the quick, sentimental, fool style

yes sir, my aunt was due to arrive at 6:50
and i was sent to meet her
oh what a sentimental web we weave
when we wobble aimlessly through the leaves

dub dub dub, who do you love
nub nub nub who you nubbing lately chump?
donald trump or a southern piss-ant
queer as mules with a loose-leaf meusli piquant

she leaves springshells in her wake
godess on a mountaintop
steely-eyed peel on a bare-assed rope
stinging lik a whip-ass monster in Rome

When in Rome do as the Munsters do
With the animals, two by two
hit em with your best shot
a short length of four by two

fire away
can you guess what it is yet?
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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July 10, 2014

Sand Dune Loon

Steve McCabe, OBE

Steve McCabe, OBE

dedicated fan or crazed loon?
dedicated fan or crazed loon?
dedicated fan or crazed loon?
dedicated loon or crazed fan?

dedicated fan or crazed loon?
dedicated loon or crazed fan?
phoney or peaceloving muso?
Catcher in the rye who’s pitchin?

I’m bitchin, damn straight
Markie C I’m goinna getcha
oh yeh praise the lord i’m gonna catch ya
damned straight underwire

pickled brlycream sweepover
laid down forty wreaths on the underpass
tossed one on the freeway
just to show my virtue

Tucson leather, too cheap for Pinky Tuscadero
Patent leather, patently unwarranted
Fiscally prudent never mind jurisprudence
Fighting with tongues while the Babel Tower crashes in ruins

Prey on the weak, only the weak pray
pray once a week then face the other way
pray while yo sweepo if you’re a chimney sweep
pray like a creep if you’re a gangly creep

I’ll put you in the stocks
if you do that again

 

April 12, 2014

(My) Pez Ma

Filed under: 2014 Stuff — Stevie McCabe @ 12:31 am

pezFingerlickin good I tell you, every little piece is dynamite
Luckily its a Saturday, I could be up all nite
I think maybe I finally met my my-my bette noir
Here she pull up in her Plymouth Dodge with a left hand drive Pez Ma

ch:
Today I feel so full, I’m like an animal on heat
Today I feel so good tomorrow I’ll be beat
Tomorrows for the birds, I really can’t say ya
The next days for the rest, the people love Pez Ma

Soggy biscuit say goodbye – to your little friend
The winds of change are blowin in – El Nino is the trend
Its so hot an eagle couldn’t land any place between here and thar
When the Eagles said you better take it easy didn’t think they meant my Pez Ma

ch:
And all the native girls present themselves with beads
Shells and trinkets go so well with ants and centipedes
We can all fly like birds the skies they stretch so far
Soaring like our ancestors, the dinosaur Pez Ma

Yo ma’s so Pez, she’s not allowed to drink no Diet Coke
Yo ma’s so Stoked to live in the valley of the toke
The only thing that makes it better is the peace of mind in thar
Sober as a sabre rattler handing out pez ma

March 13, 2014

Whitewall The House

Filed under: evil, fashion, humanity, hurt, People, Poetry, seething rage, Songs, Tradition — Stevie McCabe @ 4:31 am

whitehouseI don’t what you heard about be but i whitewall the house
like no other brother
thinkin of stinkin or sinkin the ship think again,

i’m bobbing up smiling like anew kinda brotha
a sistah from anotha mama

stabbing features now in a round trip of pain
the sideburns are burning, was it all in vain

filled my mind up at the rotocup but chose not to drink my fill
spilt the leftovers at my side then went in to pay my bill

gagging waiting to leave
silk fire flowing in the breeze
dumbfounded , lackadaisical esoterically so
pungently fragrant i love your smell so

fire and ice on ice as it were
screaming like banshees in darfur
consolidate the payment i i would concur
insulate your losees i would have to defer

wagging on the wankster at 2 AM
lookin out the window at the sun rising
biting the flesh off the withered stumps
chump change for the money much too tight to mention

January 8, 2014

Thats what you think

Filed under: 2013 stuff — Stevie McCabe @ 9:39 am
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I used to think what I want but thats what you think
I used to double entendre i’d do it all nite, its like a snoop thing
Every little piece of my heart is beating up a hobo
And theres a dime for every single time you get called a homo

I used to think I’d get my mojo workin again but thats what you think
I thought all it really needed was some elbow grease but no such noo thing
Thought I’d supplant the mighty bull with a shitload of bull
Now i’m cryin at the crossing by my ol primary school
i used to think i knew what i wanted but honey thats what you think

i do think …

August 4, 2013

Sent u a nutsack

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stevie McCabe @ 8:53 am

Sent u a nutsack in a brown paper bag
Sealed with a kiss from me…

July 7, 2013

Powder keg (like, reply, who doesn’t want their yub nob rubbe once in a blue harvest moon?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stevie McCabe @ 4:45 pm

Special Friends

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stevie McCabe @ 3:54 pm

She picks up the rice from the scene where an Asian wedding has been
nobody’s keener than wasabi, know what i mean
everything glistens but its not all gold
everyone listens but som don’t do what they’re told

Special friends are the living end
Next comes the sequel for which there is no equal, till the next time

Hammer hardware sausage sizzle
excuse me while i sap this guys drizzle
sandwiched twixt a rock and a hard place
rock n roll aint no place to put up a coalface

california dreaming all the leaves are brown
everybodys dreaing bout santa monica lewinsky’s boulevard
san atonnios texas rose cokked to a tee
sizzlin on the platter like a steampot of tea

show me!

 

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