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March 31, 2012

International Breakdown

Filed under: Ambivalence, Moon, Tragedy — Tags: Night might light — Stevie McCabe @ 11:56 pm

Fighting spirit of the 90′s
Fire and ice leads to steam
Lonely nights living in the stream
A team of angels is this a dream

My muse got me into an international breakdown
All because I asked for a penny for the lamp
It’s as crazy as a rational capetown
Waiting for the docking of the slave cruise

International breakdown
Breaks more fences than it mends
International breakdown
Breaking ranks with all the trends

Like a set of broken hurdles
Danger is all around, each starting block
Is chocka block full of rock
The kind rock that goes round the clock and around the block

Queues are phenonomenal pews full of hominids
Waiting for their chance to stand up and dance
Everybody has a secret store
Everybody has a secret state

March 11, 2012

REPERTOIE UN HOMME

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Anger, history, Hope, humanity, icky, Love, monsters — Stevie McCabe @ 1:28 am

Re-asserting it in the affirmative
an i can spell it
if you aint wearin spermicide
you can surely smell it

I’m emanatin it
like an old man excretes sweat an pee
like a sweet pea wrings itself
to get off the tree

M – molotov cocktail
A – AIDS and cocksuckin weed
N – Nazi Sympathizers gathering round everywhere you can see

crawlies in the shovel cause a whole lot o trouble
wind blows your way the larkspur sail needs to double
rudder on the aft whose mainsail puffs
puffed up whitey grille-teeth chew the fat and the kibble

Gnarly teeth whisperers gnaw the brittle to the bone
No cavity left unfilled when yr home alone
Latchkey neighbours taking liberties
Have got a nerve given their proclivities

March 5, 2012

Labour of love

Filed under: destiny, fear, Love, monsters, People, Tide, Time, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 4:35 pm

The darkest time is now
The bleakest day is today
The worst moment to date
Is getting worse day by day

Oh dear lord I cannot pray
I can just say
Spare me another day
I’ve had enough I gotta say

Got to go paint my lips with candy poison
For all the cheating all the reasons
Clapped out jack adder snake in the grass
Sticking your cheat feathers where the sun don’t pass!

Does this remind you of the hoist
Where first you made my lips moist
Flagrantly flailing your arms as you flayed
Ziggy flayed the trumpet , without
skipping a backbeat, or skipping on the front lawn

The zeitgeist maker or breaker creates and destroys
Kissed the girls and made them boys

Lookin for coffee in the caffeine free aisle
Is pretty hard to do
Lookin for love in a love-less land
Is a ludicrous thing to do

Loveless landlubbers locked in long lingering looks
like loose canons ready to let loose their balls
Unleashing the loggerheads of loose change
Labouring over the notion of a notional ocean

Where there’s a will there’s an ocean of whey
Remember it’s only an ocean away
When the ocean is in motion your emotions can carry you away
You know you’re soaking in it, by law you need to clear the gangway

It’s a labor of love, little bird told me
A labor of love, little bird tweeted

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