stevie mccabe's diabolic blog

January 3, 2013

Bryan Ferry’s Voice

Filed under: 2013 stuff, Anger, animal, beauty, Beliefs, bleak, destiny, fear, Fuming, nature, People, Poetry, Spirituality, Tradition — Stevie McCabe @ 4:03 pm

bf
Gaunt and tremulous, fragile and strong
Quivering betwixt matter and mind
Slightly sharpened on the end-notes
When by all sense of reason he’d be bound to go down

Slightly sharpened in white suit,
Elegant in suede chair , suits you sir
Mercedes and chablis, champagne for the lady
My dear you mean the world to me

Driver please take me to Assbury Park
For its cold outside and the passage is dark
you will all miss me when I am gone
Scarborough Fair will have nothing on this ballyhoo!

Slightly sharpened in smart tie
I miss you even before you’re dead

October 22, 2012

They Kill Wild Horses

Why don’t they tell you on the package

You have to sift thru all the wreckage

Today we dine

On the dross that Mephistopheles chucked in his car

They kill wild horses

on the hoof , or when they’re chasing a truck

they kill wild horses

and if they had a choice they’d lay an egg like a duck

Ol Mephistopheles had troubles of his own

when his cat ran out on him he totally froze

Guns ablaze, he came out swingin doubling in size

every 15 minutes, like yeast on the rise

October 21, 2012

Shoes Yay High

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!

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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hokey pokey (37 minutes ago · Like – Steve McCabe)

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

August 3, 2012

Rock my baby in da crib

Filed under: 2012 stuff, beats, beauty, fear, humanity, nature, seething rage, Songs, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 3:39 pm

Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the beats start the baby will rock
Rock rock rock

Soul of the part your souls on the hop
Me on the bottom and you on the top
A hippy hippy shake prompting legs akimbo
Nobody can win you’re frigid or you’re a bimbo

Lou says “Take your baby out on the street and by the morning she’s another hit and run”
Now that’s some poetry right there but I couldn’t do that because my baby’s second to none

Baby’s on fire, time to put the cat out, my baby takes the minute train
She works from none to five each day and then she takes it back again

Rock my baby in the bosom of Abraham, knife out ready to dispatch his child
Rock this baby in the garden of Eden
Snake-bellied shapeshifter lighting fires in the wild

June 4, 2012

A View to Die For (rewrite 3)

Filed under: evil, fear, gaga, monsters, People, Psychology, seething rage, Songs, Tide, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 1:55 pm

Demo by the Higgsmen

A View to die for
Its a place without a name
On an unnamed island somewhere
in the Mediteran….

…nian, Key Largo
or another obscure offshore port
Not made famous by Sophial Loren
Or Lady Gaga

It drives you gaga
when evil villains plot your demise
with a crew that is cruel and bejeweled,
with plans to kill you….

For… a view to die for
featherweight bodyguards die off like flames
Take the best, leave the rest
Pure evil is all that remains

But with a view to die for

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

Balloon moon

Filed under: 2012 stuff, animal, beauty, bleak, destiny, fear, history, Moon, seething rage, Tide, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 12:18 pm

Balloon moon I’ll be down soon
Maybe sooner than you know it
30 ft flames light the dawns early light
Oh say can you see what the press will call it

A balloon moon, au claire de la lune
A Nice day for a ballon d’essai tune
A nice day to start again
Sister shotgun wearing a sorghum grin

A steely grin is what you need
When u hit the wires ignition is imminent
No time to consult the manual of how-to
Drop like a led balloon, deflated without u

Sink like a line zapped luftballon
The moons a balloon, let me inflate you
Hook line and sinker whats the matter whats up
Sinkin within or without you

Sinkin and swimming
Pedal to the wheel
Steely grin tells em you got the metal
Cinnamon pinwheel donkey-tail spin

May 14, 2012

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

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