stevie mccabe's diabolic blog

September 17, 2011

gurney to the stars

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, Christchurch, clothing, Collective Consciousness — Stevie McCabe @ 7:03 pm

pelican hamstrung within meters of water

gulping at sand like satan’s daughter

hip-strung  on schedule like auckland commuters

everythings snow white just like on computers

stinging nostrils blow out the flagellum

from left and from right side like david mcallum

sapphire and steel who knows it who knows it

theres a a lyre in your pants pocket

who knows who blows it

nobody knows who blows barneys horn

betty you bet she aint plastering corn

dealin with the devil directly

insurrection time is complimentary

clamp ons sealing the mouths of babes

the clipons are nearly past their use by date

tantriffic seminal ushered-in prose

sealed with a kiss in luxury hose

March 25, 2011

Shagged Rock

Filed under: Christchurch, Events, history, Hope, Rock, Songs, Tide, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 5:08 pm

Shagged rock – its the truth its the proof
watcha gonna do when the rock police crush you
When all the outsiders are gone and no-one trusts you
When the hillbillies buy up your texas tea

Shagged rock – nothin left nothing to say
a mountain lion pile of rubble, shouldn’t be that way
once i found some kind of thrill
my love leaves limping with a sugar pill

the george and mildred syndrome
just-in-time reporting if you’d just read the intro
49 local D.A.’s
put their faith in the report and lock them away

[middle 8]
I’ll come and meet you on some other day
because today it aint no solitary day
today i’m mourning, later i’ll be nooning
after that who knows i think the hedge needs a-pruning

We aren’t the world – we are Christchurch!

Filed under: Christchurch, Collective Consciousness, Events, history, Hope, humanity, People, Psychology, Songs, Spirituality, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 4:54 pm

This marshland was always mind-boggling
Miss Marsh it does get in! Cut to the chalk
Wakin up to rubble is hard to do
skeletal buildings hard live with or in

A crazy shaken baby, you know you should never shake a baby
Baby’s on fire, baby blue, shaken till the nappies have vibe
Drive your car off the cliff and you’re still around
Does your inviolability know no bounds?

Of course if you’re reading you’re lucky to be alive
preening, careening, preparing for lifes next journey
the inspector’s around, look alive, look ‘normal’
under the rug with uncle ernie

[middle 8 and main chorus]
We aren’t the world – we are christchurch
come on kiwis have faith in life’s lurch
nothing can bring you down
whoever your god is you’re still a clown

we aren’t the world, and we aren’t ‘just’ christchurch
all we need is the air we breathe and to love the city of christchurch
let it rock, let it shake have it your own way
avon punts, crushed straw hats have something to say!

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