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July 29, 2011

Bow Beret!

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, clothing, headwear, People, Songs — Stevie McCabe @ 8:39 pm

Bow BeretBow Beret, you really blew me away
With your los lobos lifestyle and your bobo ray!
Sister Ray said you’re so so gay
Can’t get enough of yer bow beret!

Go! Bow! a bo-wo-wo-wo!
a bow beret suits you like a tangerine tutu!
how does it feel to be one of the people
living in a bow beret

keep your head covered when yer out in the rain
what could be better than a bow beret?
beer and skittles don’t even compare
to a siren in a bow beret

Go! Bow! a bo-wo-wo-wo!
blueberry berets are the new no-go
not unless they got a bow! bow! bow!
bow bonny bow!

July 25, 2011

Shoot the rooster

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Anger, destiny, evil, fear, Hope, Moon, People, Psychology — Stevie McCabe @ 3:47 pm

sometimes yo gotta shoot the rooster
bakin’s too good for him, he’s gotta fry
not everyone can be the cock ‘o’  the walk
some are happy just to not be a dork

dorks are for playin with but only with permission
the only dork worth playin with is sanctioned from heaven
my dorks not for playin with at least not by you
shoot yer fuckin cock off if yo ever try that move!

Shoot the rooster! Top the cock!
ruler of the roost see how you do with no cock
hens do your laying, its a hell of a roost
Lord Jimmy Jimmy’s yakkin like Marcel H. Proust

yadda yadda yadda living for today
scooby dooby doo where the fuck are you
scaring me to death with yr midget fonzie rap
yeah thats right, scaring me to death with yr midget fonzie rap

eat my shorts shorty, drainin the blood from that rooster
the buzzards circlin like a rabbi at his first bris
twistin the knife at a rate of angles
before introducing a set by the Bangles!

July 19, 2011

Get off your High Horse

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Anger, animal, anthropomorphism, destiny, fear, humanity, monsters — Stevie McCabe @ 10:35 pm

Demo by the Two Evils

Axemen demo by Dragan Stojanovic and Steve McCabe

Get off your high horse
I don’t like cricket I love toblerone
You got a high horse you call yer own
Filled to the brim with roast cologne

Cobra hissing like a womp rat rattler
After it’s had a couple of radlers
sheep farm booming beware of the cattlers
Catkins cattlers fighting the faucklands

Get off your high horse, bob
Come on and ride with us till the cows come home
You didn’t worry one time
Don’t worry a lot come on worry not

Backing vox
Get off your high horse
I don’t like cricket

Don’t be a Han river host
Unless elected

Faster than ahigh horse lookin for a quickie divorce

Nut shack redemption song

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, destiny, evil, history, Songs, Space, Spirituality, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 10:24 pm

Demo by the Two Evils

Axemen demo by Dragan Stojanovic and Steve McCabe


Jack in the box you come on so strong
Lord Jimmy Jimmy singin his nutshack song
There’s no respite for rights so wrong
I can tweet you my nut shack redemption song

Pie in the sky you know you can’t go wrong
With a nut nut nut nut nutshack redemption song
More than I ever had, same as it never was
In the backroom playin backroom pong

Nut nut – who’s there in the shack?
Nibbling on my nuts in the room out the back
On the verandah serving nuts on a rack
Haven’t seen so many nuts since I was last in iraq

July 15, 2011

Life after Bob Exists

Filed under: Anger, destiny, efficacy, Hope, People, Songs, Sorrow, Spirituality, Time, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 2:37 pm

Life after Bob exists, its a new way
Thank you for the memories, get you thee behind me please
aint gonna mope, thats a foolish jape
made a big impression now its time for the blue cheese

Crackers on a plate with a punnet of dip
no use in moping you don’t know the half of it
Bob-free stone free to do what i want
I can do it just for the hell of it

Now the sun rises again
Nobody knows where these egos can go
There are no no-goes, release the embargoes
Ring the bells they can chime again

July 5, 2011

Three seconds to run

Filed under: Ambivalence, animal, gaga, Hope, humanity, monsters, Psychology, Rock, Tide, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 7:06 pm

you got three seconds to run.
a 50 pound bullet weighing down your gun
not many people have the arms to flex
to lift that weapon in self defence

three more seconds to run.
and when i say three seconds, you’d best count ‘em down
3, 2 and 1
nothing else counts in a zero-sum system

you took the candles, you took the cake
i’d like to see you try and eat it too
class war between the haves and have-nots
you know there are no fleas in Havelock

Lord Jimmy Jimmy ran into his pimp
On the boat to Venezuela beaten by a chimp
cards on the deck, facing pokerface herself
mostly unremarkable occasionally erstwhile

(woo-hoo and a boo hoo hoo)

July 4, 2011

Jumpin Jackoff Chimp and his Pimp

Filed under: Ambivalence, animal, anthropomorphism, destiny, humanity, monsters, Songs, Time, Tragedy, Violence — Stevie McCabe @ 11:53 pm

Jumpin jackoff chimp and his pimp
went searchin for self expression
couldn’t remember where he left the crimp
jumpin like a rainbow shrimp into the session

What is the explanation
I simply can’t fathom it, its a rabid itch
Knee high to a superhuman
Ancestors were capitalists

jump off the bus and jackoff in the bush
theres always two in the bush if you’re quiet enough
chimping for chump change is easy money
money you could give to david hasselhoff

Load up, load up the master bait station
Waitin for ecstacy, pride and elation
don’t make a monkey of me mr Darwin
your monkey breath gives me an air of swell facetime

Bloody monk, bleeding monkey-ape breeder
martyred as a doomed self-abusing chimp pimp
Simpering Simian wedded in bliss
To the whole whack-monkey scene, sealed off with a kiss

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