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May 7, 2011

Fools aint gonna help themselves

Filed under: Anger, Events, history, humanity, People, Psychology, Songs, Time, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 11:12 am

Demo by the Two Evils

Tired of wasting my precious time on fools that won’t help themselves
Plenty more fish in the sea to swim with, go back to school and be the class clown
When you change the rules but they don’t change you, thats when you gotta think twice
Fools like us have to answer to no-one, don’t tell me what to do and we’ll get on nice!

Fools that won’t help get left on the shelf, maybe thats just where they wanna be
Because fools that help themselves to it, aint gonna help themselves!

Tramps like us in a stinkin boxcar, fightin to an inch of our lives
A beat up guitar, a skin of wild Wild Turkey, a baseball bat, taser and knives
First rule of boxcars is don’t talk bout boxcars, second rule issame as the first
The third and final rule, keep schtung about boxcars, ixnay on the oxcarbay, gentlemen first!

May 5, 2011

Sorry Scary Night

Filed under: Ambivalence, Beliefs, Collective Consciousness, Events, Hope, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 12:11 am

Looked out on the window and what did i see
The Night – black as an ant on the charry stump
You don’t see black like that in the city
Pierced by twinkling starlets on a shooting spree

Black is the scary night – the sorry charry nite
Oh what a night, December all the way to January
This could be the nite for you and me
a jarring, scarring feeling for you and me

We beat to the dance of a different drum
Feel that beat go through us like a rump-a-pum-pum
Les Paul, Les Paul the blackest white guitar body
A stellar explosion in a heavenly body

Stars are wild flowers, cherry and lemon-hued
There for the picking at any latitude
There for the picking at any longtitude
There for the picking at any altitude!

Astral weeds prosper in the center of paradise
I got two tickets, they’re under the dashboard light
In the glove compartment, under two sets of gloves
Theres a packet of trojans that fit like a rubber glove

May 4, 2011

Glad I’m not Bin Laden

Filed under: Ambivalence, Beliefs, Collective Consciousness, evil, history, Songs, Spirituality, Tragedy, Violence — Stevie McCabe @ 11:47 pm

"Where all th' white raisins at?"

Glad I’m not Bin Laden
An octopus’s garden
Is a resting place nobody
Would like to be

Never promised pardons
To Cheney or Bin Laden
Tonite we press ‘Go’ lightly
A morning feed at Tiffany’s

He’s stuck in an ocean of thoughts
Clinging to a corral reef
I’m stuck with a valuable goat-herd
Thats of no use to me!

Someone should have plastered
His face on a milk carton
Are they so blind they simply
Cannot see?

He’s no Nelson Mandela
This eery Muslim fella
We want to get our ball back
Mr Al Quaeda-eee!

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