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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

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 20, 2011

Cock – a doodle do

Cock a doodle, cock a doodle do
any dude with a cock would squeeze his lemons for you
see yo later alligator, keep the pips in the refrigerator
any blind fool could see that one eyed greenhorn, time to emascuate her

get the defibrillator, quick! its a 187,
stealing heart in progress at the seven 11
sleep with the fishes if the fishes get lucky
meanwhile back in the barnyard the hens are gettin plucky

feathers flyin in the roost
straw people matting the hen-house floor
what do you take this hen house for?
your personal egg house, lord haw-de haw?

cock a doodle cock a doodle doo
all fired up with your didgeridoo
the 7 -11 is open past midnite
lets drive by and give it our best shot

i’ve had just about all i can take of this rooster cockburn
stick kim on the chuckwagon with the rest of the feathered-crew
we be eating crow till then
sow the seed somebody better put a muzzle on that kisser
because you know i do really miss her :(

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

July 19, 2011

Get off your High Horse

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Anger, animal, anthropomorphism, destiny, fear, humanity, monsters — Stevie McCabe @ 10:35 pm

Demo by the Two Evils

Axemen demo by Dragan Stojanovic and Steve McCabe

Get off your high horse
I don’t like cricket I love toblerone
You got a high horse you call yer own
Filled to the brim with roast cologne

Cobra hissing like a womp rat rattler
After it’s had a couple of radlers
sheep farm booming beware of the cattlers
Catkins cattlers fighting the faucklands

Get off your high horse, bob
Come on and ride with us till the cows come home
You didn’t worry one time
Don’t worry a lot come on worry not

Backing vox
Get off your high horse
I don’t like cricket

Don’t be a Han river host
Unless elected

Faster than ahigh horse lookin for a quickie divorce

July 5, 2011

Three seconds to run

Filed under: Ambivalence, animal, gaga, Hope, humanity, monsters, Psychology, Rock, Tide, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 7:06 pm

you got three seconds to run.
a 50 pound bullet weighing down your gun
not many people have the arms to flex
to lift that weapon in self defence

three more seconds to run.
and when i say three seconds, you’d best count ‘em down
3, 2 and 1
nothing else counts in a zero-sum system

you took the candles, you took the cake
i’d like to see you try and eat it too
class war between the haves and have-nots
you know there are no fleas in Havelock

Lord Jimmy Jimmy ran into his pimp
On the boat to Venezuela beaten by a chimp
cards on the deck, facing pokerface herself
mostly unremarkable occasionally erstwhile

(woo-hoo and a boo hoo hoo)

July 4, 2011

Jumpin Jackoff Chimp and his Pimp

Filed under: Ambivalence, animal, anthropomorphism, destiny, humanity, monsters, Songs, Time, Tragedy, Violence — Stevie McCabe @ 11:53 pm

Jumpin jackoff chimp and his pimp
went searchin for self expression
couldn’t remember where he left the crimp
jumpin like a rainbow shrimp into the session

What is the explanation
I simply can’t fathom it, its a rabid itch
Knee high to a superhuman
Ancestors were capitalists

jump off the bus and jackoff in the bush
theres always two in the bush if you’re quiet enough
chimping for chump change is easy money
money you could give to david hasselhoff

Load up, load up the master bait station
Waitin for ecstacy, pride and elation
don’t make a monkey of me mr Darwin
your monkey breath gives me an air of swell facetime

Bloody monk, bleeding monkey-ape breeder
martyred as a doomed self-abusing chimp pimp
Simpering Simian wedded in bliss
To the whole whack-monkey scene, sealed off with a kiss

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