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June 26, 2012

Distant Kiwi

Filed under: animal, anthropomorphism, beauty, Moon, nature — Stevie McCabe @ 5:00 pm

Distant Kiwi, can hardly see you
Distant Kiwi – wouldn’t wanna be you
Late at night can hardly see your feathers
Call those wings?  They’re barely tethers!

Why do you only come out at night?
Can you see your reflection in the moonlight?
The grubs and worms you swallow
Find your light-shyness hard to swallow

Distant Kiwi what a big nose you have
- All the better to sniff out frozen ants!
Distant Kiwi you’re a kiwi icon
- Better than a fern or rugby pants!

Distant Kiwi, don’t think you can see me
With your day-blind eyes squinting in the sunlight
Distant Kiwi, can I get you some glasses?
Or will you forever hide in the night?

 

June 4, 2012

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

March 31, 2012

International Breakdown

Filed under: Ambivalence, Moon, Tragedy — Tags: — Stevie McCabe @ 11:56 pm

Fighting spirit of the 90′s
Fire and ice leads to steam
Lonely nights living in the stream
A team of angels is this a dream

My muse got me into an international breakdown
All because I asked for a penny for the lamp
It’s as crazy as a rational capetown
Waiting for the docking of the slave cruise

International breakdown
Breaks more fences than it mends
International breakdown
Breaking ranks with all the trends

Like a set of broken hurdles
Danger is all around, each starting block
Is chocka block full of rock
The kind rock that goes round the clock and around the block

Queues are phenonomenal pews full of hominids
Waiting for their chance to stand up and dance
Everybody has a secret store
Everybody has a secret state

January 8, 2012

Behemoth blue moon (the moons a babboon)

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Moon, oversize, science, Songs, Sorrow, Space, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 3:01 pm

By the rivers of Palestine
Where we used to bathe
Theres nothing like old england here
Except the fields of graves.

God save our noble king, go save his knob
Place it in this shallow basket to show to the hob-nobs
Crap in, Crap out the granola queen
Extinguish her before she breeds

Kentucky Blue grass beckons like “Squeaky” Fromme
Its so good to touch the blue grass of home
Grass as green as Sean “P. Diddy” Colmes
Oh sister let the good times roll

Sealed in the foment
Roughly impaled in the heat of the moment
Vaguely reminiscent of Henry Winkler
He was the first “Fonz”, like our first rodent

I remember the day the music died
Entertaining was once so straightforward
6 spoons on the left of me , a half dozen on right
Big Bopper gargling through the window  beer-wall, “Well, that’s alright!”

Balloon moon

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Events, fear, history, Hope, Moon, People, Rock, Sorrow — Stevie McCabe @ 8:16 am

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

August 19, 2011

Hummingbird

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, animal, anthropomorphism, destiny, Moon, People, Songs, tiptoe — Stevie McCabe @ 8:42 am

Hummingbird, twinkling in the blue sky
Jewelled wings humming like a dynamo
Nibbling at the nectar like a pink flamingo
Takin the baby like an Ayers Rock dingo

Hummingbird, will you ever learn the words?
Takes one to no-one, talks to no-one
Keeps her teeth in a glass by the door
the’yre much too heavy to lumber around

So much nectar have to take the teeth out to dry
They’re rare as mockingbirds baby teeth,
humming, humming, maybe one day you’ll learn the words
of course no-one ever learns ALL the words

Elvish lives a tweety bird lives 9 lives
tweeting twice on the pipe means you aint gonna show
whip out your pink slip to get a free pass
to the seven-11 roadshow

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

July 25, 2011

Shoot the rooster

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Anger, destiny, evil, fear, Hope, Moon, People, Psychology — Stevie McCabe @ 3:47 pm

sometimes yo gotta shoot the rooster
bakin’s too good for him, he’s gotta fry
not everyone can be the cock ‘o’  the walk
some are happy just to not be a dork

dorks are for playin with but only with permission
the only dork worth playin with is sanctioned from heaven
my dorks not for playin with at least not by you
shoot yer fuckin cock off if yo ever try that move!

Shoot the rooster! Top the cock!
ruler of the roost see how you do with no cock
hens do your laying, its a hell of a roost
Lord Jimmy Jimmy’s yakkin like Marcel H. Proust

yadda yadda yadda living for today
scooby dooby doo where the fuck are you
scaring me to death with yr midget fonzie rap
yeah thats right, scaring me to death with yr midget fonzie rap

eat my shorts shorty, drainin the blood from that rooster
the buzzards circlin like a rabbi at his first bris
twistin the knife at a rate of angles
before introducing a set by the Bangles!

March 10, 2011

spaceman.coming.to.earth

Filed under: Collective Consciousness, Moon, Songs, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 10:24 pm

lights on a sycamore tree
lit up like a christmas tree
what will the spaceman see when he comes to land?

a fight with a hand to hand expert
you’re bound to end up in the dirt
but its vile and sick to not give the spaceman a rousing hand

spaceman.coming.to.earth
spaceman.coming.to.earth

not used as yet:

a fine spectacle he made splashing down in the ocean
so much emotion
lollipop guards stand over the crossing like its a hooplah table
not just another drop in the ocean

coincidence is purely accidental
standing guard obviously wants it all

spaceman.breath.in
spaceman.breath.out
its in your best interests, its what its all about

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