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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

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

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!”

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

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 19, 2011

Nut shack redemption song

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, destiny, evil, history, Songs, Space, Spirituality, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 10:24 pm

Demo by the Two Evils

Axemen demo by Dragan Stojanovic and Steve McCabe


Jack in the box you come on so strong
Lord Jimmy Jimmy singin his nutshack song
There’s no respite for rights so wrong
I can tweet you my nut shack redemption song

Pie in the sky you know you can’t go wrong
With a nut nut nut nut nutshack redemption song
More than I ever had, same as it never was
In the backroom playin backroom pong

Nut nut – who’s there in the shack?
Nibbling on my nuts in the room out the back
On the verandah serving nuts on a rack
Haven’t seen so many nuts since I was last in iraq

June 24, 2011

Animal Kingdom is Heavy

Any kind of Kingdom is heavy brother
brother, say it aint!
he aint condemning my Kingdom
he’s a shaved gorilla with a coat of paint!

A brother with a gorilla mother
is quite a beast god tells me so
simply brill i wanna fill
that goddam mouth-a with the lead from-a

Periodic table with a cellophane cover
up to the gunnels with dexy’s midnight runners
come on eileen you expect me to fall for
that and that and that, like jack sprat?

its a quantum leap from here to eternity
sky is the limit there is no certainty
tally up the sales of passables
the impossible is hand-change possible

Hitched a ride with Dewey Decimal
he played the radio at 90 decibels
jumbo jet engine firing all cylinders
three coins in the fountain of embers!

March 10, 2011

Quakers Class of 2011

Filed under: Beliefs, Hope, Moon, Songs, Space, Tide, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 12:45 am

Who would have thought
A February day
Warm by all counts
As is the norm, warm

Precarious stacked plates
Slip and slide
And once they get going
Everyone gets a free ride

What would you give
Not to live
Thru this once in a lifetime event
again in your life?

The next one-in-one-hundred year event
May be sooner than predicted
The moon of Ken rings the earth
On  a big night out, trying to pull

If the moon were just to stay still
We could harvest  the best oysters
Swallow them by the pale blue moonlight
And send it on its way

Feels like after all that
I could king-punch the King Tide
As if it were a Neap-Tide
Or a piddling paddling-size surf froth

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