stevie mccabe's diabolic blog

May 23, 2013

Don’t lose your connection

Filed under: 2013 stuff, Ambivalence, Beliefs, destiny, evil, fear, humanity, Love, Tide, Time, Tradition — Stevie McCabe @ 7:10 am

Walkin to the chapel
Ebook in my pocket
Evil lurks but nobody’s watching

Lookin for a connection
Somebody’s gotta have one
Don’t make me pray lord
Everybody should have one

A personal connection
Like frodo and gandalf
Everyone get ready for the
Satellite meltdown

Space junk is comin
Turn it to space dust
Don’t lose your connection
Whenever the wind gusts

Have some respection
A little insurrection
In your white suit
I think we made a connection

Don’t get introspective
When it comes to making choices
Hold onto your connection
Whatever say the voices

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!

August 20, 2012

Vanilla Ice Dream

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, beats, Beliefs, Collective Consciousness, destiny, efficacy, fear, Love, Rock, Space, Spirituality, Time, Uncategorized — Stevie McCabe @ 8:08 pm

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

June 4, 2012

A fantail farted

Filed under: 2012 stuff, animal, anthropomorphism, beauty, destiny, Love, seething rage, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 12:19 pm

Yo yo yo it’s like a fantail farted in here
Lighting up the air with his one eyed stare
Lighting up the tree like a goddam Xmas tree
Lighting up the air like a captain of industry

Nothing to see here nothing to be
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort thee
Stay the course, stand your ground as the colossus of rhodes puts up another road block
Chock full of numbskull nuts , saving the best till last
On yer last legs the future is in your past

Teaching and screaming and learning the ropes
A waiter waits idly like a soap on a rope
He will never ever ever be pope
Where there’s hopeless beginnings there may be hope
The final solution is at the end of this rope

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

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

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

August 19, 2011

Ron-paulin it

Filed under: Ambivalence, Anger, animal, humanity, Love, monsters, Uncategorized — Stevie McCabe @ 9:21 pm

hicksville you know where i come from
WTX way
you put a blister on by sister and even tho you missed her you know now she cannot walk this way

oh yeah i’,m ron paulin it, haulin it, eguiling it, sexy girl smiles in dismay
yeah well sometimes good things come in bad smelling packages

Texas vision, the big T my nemesis’ penisis is either smaller or bigger
lets be clear, my dick of course will be dwarfed by any niggah

thats the way of the world aint got no problem widdit
if you can get jiggy widdit i can get so jiggy with it

ring the bell, knock three times else i’m gone
anyone else down on elf street try to get me for a song

oh yeah i’,m ron paulin it, haulin it, eguiling it, sexy girl smiles in dismay
yeah well sometimes good things come in bad smelling packages

jiggy liggy jiggy get your labia out
your kiss is on the lips let it all hang out
hate to seem tongue in cheek but theres somethin sweet
bubblin udercover, someone call the heat!

oh yeah i’,m ron paulin it, haulin it, eguiling it, sexy girl smiles in dismay
yeah well sometimes good things come in bad smelling packages

August 17, 2011

the watchmakers dick

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, animal, Hope, humanity, Love, Moon, Songs, Space, Spirituality — Stevie McCabe @ 10:08 am

everybody knows my tool is tiny as a watchmakers
its how you use it that silences the naysayers
infrequently with guests, freakin frequently with the best guest
the son of the seed with a freckle on his ass yes

his ass is his best asset, who asked? nobody
nobody knows the troubles i seen
settin up scenes for a shape shiftin giant
on a rotating stage which aint union compliant

how could it be if its only purpose is to
use centrifugal force to expel all competitors?
a giant and a lion walk into a bar
neither of them knows who each other are

some noble knob asks them which one is the christian
all hell breaks loose , yoda at his wits end!
lord who made the lion and the lamb
stop gargantua here turning flesh into pulp-ham

lookin for a master plan,
we need a good strong net and a mass of bait
sleep with the fishes if i have to
if i can master battering i can master bait

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