stevie mccabe's diabolic blog

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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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

July 3, 2012

Sheik Sheepan Sheefz

Filed under: 2012 stuff, beats, beauty, Beliefs, humanity, Rock, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 8:50 pm

Shake sheep and sheafs
Beats beyond belief!
In the wigwam he’s the chief
Big sticks provide the backbeat

Twice on the tailpipe means
No way Jose now get outta those jeans
Slip in that back beat
Beats so good make me wanna tweet his prowess in a hollow

In a hallowed hall he can’t be beat!
He’s a rat-tat Tum-tiddly-um-tum
Goo-goo-ga-joob-beat mothers son
With a pair of sticks that make a Chinese national revert to a fork and spoon!

Shake sheep and sheafs
Give it the old one-two, for this house is bleak
Play that ol piano bar-style

In that knowing way without getting hostile
Punching out that rhythm like a pulsing pustule
Pumping like a heart accelerating corpuscles

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?

January 8, 2012

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

September 3, 2011

instant recall

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, Rock, Songs, Sorrow, Space, Spirituality — Stevie McCabe @ 8:10 pm

instant recall – like your mother said, you’re right up to your knees in dreck!
makin it with teletubbies like you’re the new broom in the room, hairy as shrek around the neck

try a little tenderness and a little less shoeshine it leaves a skidmark when you leave
inflicting paralysis on ejection is not my m.o. but if you bring it on yourself i can’t help than mister

please mister please will you save that ass for me , not once not twice but as many times as it takes to make it
powdery like a milk – pool in a a high flung wind as compared to the gnarly cess pool it is right now even the cretins and huns were howling how do you carry that thing about, its a weapon of mass destruction. saddam and gadaffi invoked the geneva convention!
the mlk gang  took a mass collection, i don’t care i was paid up front in full
you’d be a fool if you think its over already its only just begun keep your eyes clear of wool,
those silver sixpences you saved will keep you well out of danger, bein a bush ranger makes you no stranger to danger
keep the bush fires burning with anxiety, fight fires not fire the internal , infernal heat of your majesty!

mlk’s alright by me, whatever suits your style
i got mine he got his both of us use the same turnstyle
to hoop the hoop and hop over and ream the philly’s coach with an iron baton and pound his nose into a wheaten mass, but i digress

cobblestone filters always hide the faded tears
the drippy side effects of yellowing beers
pleading , sometimes suerceceding such surlplus anger
what would it cost to be trained up as a bush ranger?
please mr qadaffi or whatever yer name is
salut, allah akhbar , the wind is strong in this one
tailpipe ballooning like a lead beret
goodbye, good luck see you out on the field some day!

August 17, 2011

straight out of dusseldorf

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, Psychology, Rock, Tragedy, Violence — Stevie McCabe @ 3:52 pm

Fresh off the boat out of China, every man has a shiner
and un-touch-able wounds you wouldn’t care to shine a lite on
elliot ness has got a booze operation he wants us to move out west
its the canniest thing, theschwing bling, i don’t know what it is but i hear its the new thing

clap hands like a field mouse, sans – fur and tail
lookin to the elements to get him to Yale
a prima donna rodent on a rodental path
come here take this rodent pathway and run it up yer ass

charlie chaplin as useful as ever
filling full of his selfish flumes
culling media on the rag
wheat bags whitter the lonely tether

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)

June 5, 2011

the motorcade – magazine cover

Motorcade – Magazine cover

March 25, 2011

Shagged Rock

Filed under: Christchurch, Events, history, Hope, Rock, Songs, Tide, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 5:08 pm

Shagged rock – its the truth its the proof
watcha gonna do when the rock police crush you
When all the outsiders are gone and no-one trusts you
When the hillbillies buy up your texas tea

Shagged rock – nothin left nothing to say
a mountain lion pile of rubble, shouldn’t be that way
once i found some kind of thrill
my love leaves limping with a sugar pill

the george and mildred syndrome
just-in-time reporting if you’d just read the intro
49 local D.A.’s
put their faith in the report and lock them away

[middle 8]
I’ll come and meet you on some other day
because today it aint no solitary day
today i’m mourning, later i’ll be nooning
after that who knows i think the hedge needs a-pruning

March 24, 2011

rock kids can’t tell (what rock is)

Filed under: Beliefs, Collective Consciousness, history, Rock, Songs, Tragedy, Violence — Stevie McCabe @ 8:27 pm

used to be rock kids were sharp as a tack
pick up their axes and ack-ack-ack
Tube-ism a You-phenism for Alberta rocks
Like Una Stubbs, locked up for a stretch in the docks

Each time the heatwave passes,
a little tornado blows me
Every time i stick it to the upper classes
the wind cries Mary

Chinese Rock is marching to your shores,
pretty soon you won’t be able to stand up
since the incident at LA County Jail
I give a fist to the face not a handup

Dandelion blowin in the wind
gimme a chance to unwind
feathers and lead weights falling about
constantly blowing my mind

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