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August 20, 2012

Vanilla Ice Dream

I got some newfangled pastry, puffy as a ball
with some prime granny smiths on top of it all
an then some chillin blueberries heated warm to the cool
an some hokey pokey icecream to sweat off the pool

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more booty than you’d get in the pokey, even wit more blueberry than
haile salassie an the flakey crumb diggers
hum round like flies making dem big eyes while other niggas
die in da gunfights in da city of  compton,
sure as snoop is westside
the reason they died is not a reason for pride

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delicious icecream hokey pokey its apt
its a whole lotta white with some chunks of black
well more like colored kids swirlin around
in this tipsy top world of hip hop sound… sound…sound

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you know you’re soakin in it, cool it, you’re still in charge
until the new boss takes over, name of marge

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deeshwashing liquid, i would never have guessed
piss of you old hag i came here for the test!

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i wanna see if my belly is sprouting a sprog
if so i’ll protect it from dingo and dog
and any other mongrel who might come along
trying to ply it it with bottle, needle or bong

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put your hand in the hand of the man who crossed
the keystone cops when they were keystone-nots
the city of brotherly love has come a long way
since general patton passed thru this way

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city of sails is a city of snails
snail bait and switch is what i need

June 4, 2012

Pike River City Limits

29 lie under amidst the stream
Elevated to less humdrum dreams
Suffocated by greed and negligence
Superimposed fake intelligence

No dead canary to warn them
No heroes in a cage
Gaseous clay an underground tombstone
A river runs thru it, septic and odorous

Specific warnings noted and ignored
Smoking guns still smoking on the floor
Poisons no more brought back home
Nor bread, bacon, love or ham on the bone

April 20, 2012

I hail you hail

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Beliefs, Collective Consciousness, destiny, evil, fashion, fear, history, Hope, Love, monsters, style, Time, tiptoe — Stevie McCabe @ 3:31 am

 
i heard the statue of liberty’s been giving liberties
and the battery park infantry’s been down on its knees
tryin to spurt the assassin when we all know who the real culprit is
not the poor not the overtly wicked
 
not the broken homes or the splintered
not the fractured, wizened, poor, elderly faction
not even the minority who get satisfaction
this report won’t get no traction
 
‘less i make it so - and the rhubarb tenant
sucks out all the good leaves and leaves without warrant
a papier mache head remains in his bed
all hail the valhalla instead

October 22, 2011

Harden up

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, Collective Consciousness, destiny, fear, Hope, humanity, People, Songs, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 3:03 am

either you harden up or you ‘harden up’…
you don’t have to take his shit,
break out do the voodo judo like you used to ,
no-one aint gonna give a shit!

Muscles , like a six pack of elephant beer
biceps like tennis balls tremblin in fear
that the crusher the coughin russian
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Steve McCabe with the seed
for the need of robitussin
will take you on for the whiff of a song
and that song is the plaintive tale of…

Violence, movies, sex on tv
old fashioned values don’t strike a key
harum scarum matter of fact
you can’t do that under the warsaw pact!

shifting scoria in a wheelbarrow now thats
hard as living angels can bear
fillin up a pail with a litre of oil
thats soul-killin, soul-killin yeah yeah yeah!

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

June 24, 2011

Animal Kingdom is Heavy

Any kind of Kingdom is heavy brother
brother, say it aint!
he aint condemning my Kingdom
he’s a shaved gorilla with a coat of paint!

A brother with a gorilla mother
is quite a beast god tells me so
simply brill i wanna fill
that goddam mouth-a with the lead from-a

Periodic table with a cellophane cover
up to the gunnels with dexy’s midnight runners
come on eileen you expect me to fall for
that and that and that, like jack sprat?

its a quantum leap from here to eternity
sky is the limit there is no certainty
tally up the sales of passables
the impossible is hand-change possible

Hitched a ride with Dewey Decimal
he played the radio at 90 decibels
jumbo jet engine firing all cylinders
three coins in the fountain of embers!

June 5, 2011

the motorcade – magazine cover

Motorcade – Magazine cover

June 1, 2011

the balls of a man

Filed under: Anger, Beliefs, Collective Consciousness, history, humanity — Stevie McCabe @ 3:48 pm

the balls of a man lead straight to his heart
you’re heading for trouble but you know thats art
slick your hair back like an oily anointer
if you want an opinion call a court appointer!

give you some pointers and a silver dollar
if you take me down to chocktaw ridge
got a package to drop, oh yes a package to drop
on or off of talahassee bridge

somebody told me the balls of a man
are the leaders, how he whiles his way
all his life can be spent needling his yurt
and caught in the crossfire so they say

You’ve had your day in the sun, I’ve had way more than one
now i’m about ready to leave
been a diphthong dealer all my life
i don’t feel its an appropriate time to grieve

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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