stevie mccabe's diabolic blog

October 21, 2012

Shoes Yay High

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Ambivalence, animal, anthropomorphism, beauty, clothing, evil, fashion, fear, flesh, Love, oversize, People, style, tiptoe — Stevie McCabe @ 2:28 am

When  i met you you had no shoes
I took your socks so you had nothin to lose
Gave you corn plasters as you were a wreck
Toe-to-toe jammin’ like Greg-o-ry Peck

I’m a sole man believe me I aint no heel
Runnin with devil never did me no good
Goes to show the power of a single banana peel

When your shoes are yay high in North Carolina
Certain people will take heed
Archin like an alley cat spyin a panther
you know both of dems a dyin’ breed (and dey knowz it)

Gran’s Remedy aint no cure for the devil roosted ‘neath my shins
Doctor Podra, please please can’t you see the state that i’m in

Well when a sleep-walkin cheetah wakes up,
puts out his butt and decides enough is enough
everybody gotta make their own minds up
cos they’re free as feet footloose and fucked up!

May 14, 2012

Neon Lamp Stingray

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Anger, anthropomorphism, class, destiny, evil, fashion, humanity, icky, Spirituality, Time, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 5:50 pm

Neon Lamp Stingray
An electric eel  which you object to feel
Such a barrier ramp king ray
The lock of horns telling you you’re about to keel

like the biblical fish that swallowed jonah whole
a job lot with too many problems to assimilate
erked up on the seaside after three days of gall
a tricky feat for the movie to emulate

A neon ray stinglamp, electric eye , on and to be
or not to be, could be an iron deficiency
keen as mustard steely as the wheel
hardened criminals how do you feel

Isolated like a grounded boat-load of bait-lot
ground into pulp to make baitmeat for that lot
the leftover droppings can be pulped up for catmeat
i woundn’t feed it to my cat, but i’d feed it to my prince

m’lord find here the finest shrove
of giggly aunties and artichokes
a nip of brandy from the last century
i’ll stamp your hand now lest you need re-entry.

Moonbeam Tannenbaum

Filed under: destiny, fashion, fear, Hope, humanity, Love, monsters, Moon, oversize, Sorrow, Tide, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 9:17 am

Holy mother of Moses , lay you down to weep
By the Avon River , 3 feet deep
A pocketful of moonbeams to keep me inspired
A dash of greying moondust from the moons funeral pyre

A blessing in disguise, oh boy what a good disguise
Didn’t see it coming tho its right before my eyes
A devil in the details, a devil in disguise
That old dust devil moonbeam caught me right between the eyes

A Good Itch

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, animal, anthropomorphism, evil, fashion, fear — Stevie McCabe @ 9:17 am

A good itch today is hard to find
A good scratch where the sun don’t shine
Like a rhesus monkey on a 12 month high
Eating a banana split with Spanish fly

What a tale, what a tail what a tale of woe
Heel toe heel and Dosey Doe
Squeal like a monkey sting like a bee
Steal through the night like a fox on heat

Into the darkest nite since the ice age
It takes a village to build a palisade
Hammer and sickle at it hammer and tongs
Totally hammered like cheech and chong

May 4, 2012

Whac-a-mole Headache

Filed under: 2012 stuff, animal, fashion, Psychology, science — Stevie McCabe @ 2:18 pm

Got a Whac-a-mole headache, pounds like a sieve

Guacamole hitch-hike, somethings gotta give

Katipo spider ready to pounce

A Kakapo spied her and took her out

 

Heck of a thing to explain to a child

What a whac-a-mole headache is, it kills me inside

And every day it gets worse and worse

Some call it a blessing – I call it a curse

 

He left in a pine box, he left in a hearse

He left in a boxcar, dirt-laden with dirt

Conditions so filthy Bin Laden would curse

Stinks to high heaven like Damien Hirst

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

April 15, 2012

Taita girls

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Events, fashion, People, Rock, Songs, Space, Spirituality, style — Stevie McCabe @ 12:06 pm

 Demo by the Higgs Boson Precursors

Taita girls – Tight as a gnat
You can’t no tighter than that
Taita girls walk on a tight tight rope
And Nobody knows where the old rope goes

On another planet, on another plantation
Hangin on the bridge near Taita station
Nobody knows what a tight-as show
Taita girls do every week or so

T.A.I.T.A. G. I. R. L. S.
Push me becos I’m close to the edge
Heartbreakers with acute angina
Who could think of anything finer?

Old mr so and so
repeats his story from years ago
Of how a taita lass
commandeered his ass
And the blood-diamond flow
Continued from below

Taita girls stem the flow
A cutoff valve – bandaid just for show
Heartbreakers with acute angina
Who could think of anything finer?

April 1, 2012

volkschochschule dropout

Filed under: 2012 stuff, fashion, style, tiptoe — Stevie McCabe @ 12:03 am

Demo by the Higgs Boson Precursors

Demo by the Higgs Boson Precursors featuring Angel A

Don’t want to be a volkschochschule dropout
Don’t wanna be your clown
Don’t wanna be a mime or juggler
On this side of town

When die volkschoch get together
There’s no stopping them now
Zero to hero in a new York minute
Splitting the city at its seams, don’t have a cow

Volkschochschule’s out for summer
Student prints at bargain rates
Let’s make it straight class is dismissed
Follow the fallow-horse to the states

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