stevie mccabe's diabolic blog

January 3, 2013

Bryan Ferry’s Voice

Filed under: 2013 stuff, Anger, animal, beauty, Beliefs, bleak, destiny, fear, Fuming, nature, People, Poetry, Spirituality, Tradition — Stevie McCabe @ 4:03 pm

bf
Gaunt and tremulous, fragile and strong
Quivering betwixt matter and mind
Slightly sharpened on the end-notes
When by all sense of reason he’d be bound to go down

Slightly sharpened in white suit,
Elegant in suede chair , suits you sir
Mercedes and chablis, champagne for the lady
My dear you mean the world to me

Driver please take me to Assbury Park
For its cold outside and the passage is dark
you will all miss me when I am gone
Scarborough Fair will have nothing on this ballyhoo!

Slightly sharpened in smart tie
I miss you even before you’re dead

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

(about an hour ago · Like · 1  · Peter Morgan)
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

(21 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)

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

(17 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)

you know you’re soakin in it, cool it, you’re still in charge
until the new boss takes over, name of marge

(15 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)

deeshwashing liquid, i would never have guessed
piss of you old hag i came here for the test!

(13 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)

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

(10 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)

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

(6 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)

city of sails is a city of snails
snail bait and switch is what i need

June 26, 2012

Kereru

Filed under: 2012 stuff, animal, anthropomorphism, beauty, destiny, nature, seething rage, Spirituality, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 9:43 am

beautiful swooping big bird weighing down the tree like a flying moa
not extinct but distinct and nearly senile
such it its wont and its plump belly
fired up with rotting flame tree leaves

crapping sterling seeds like they were weeds
all over the twitterverse
its a fiery ring in reverse
killing me softly then quietly
placing me in his private hearse
right next to the horse of Damiem Hirst

flogged to death i’ve never seen such a blue pointer
infested seawater shelling out peas like they were rainwater

copping peas, popping corn in the popping microwave sizzle-pan
you can catch ot as cats can if you can catch as cats can

no need to get catty, pointing out the fiery teaspoon arguments
all the argie bagie has surely become a moot point
fiscal deficit is neither here nor therewhen the postman lays a steaming brownie on your doorstoop
who are you gonna call, Dre, Jay-Z or Snoop?
are you in the Compton loop?

What steaming brownie troupe did you emanate from
high on crack and toting a machine gun
shooting blanks in the alley like a mod exile

thumbing my face with your finger killing me softly with your pesticide
killing me softly but surely with your pestilent petsicide
Oh well all kidding aside you will one day broadly kill us all with your virulent pesticide

Bleeding nastily like a huge weeping sore grumpily making its way to the fore
rotten to the core, seeping white cells like a dead jackdaw
so many people look at all the lonely people with the mustard and mayo right there at the door
pillish brain salad at the left with some salt and pepper, tell me if i’m being a bore

May 14, 2012

Neon Lamp Stingray

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Anger, anthropomorphism, class, destiny, evil, fashion, humanity, icky, Spirituality, Time, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 5:50 pm

Neon Lamp Stingray
An electric eel  which you object to feel
Such a barrier ramp king ray
The lock of horns telling you you’re about to keel

like the biblical fish that swallowed jonah whole
a job lot with too many problems to assimilate
erked up on the seaside after three days of gall
a tricky feat for the movie to emulate

A neon ray stinglamp, electric eye , on and to be
or not to be, could be an iron deficiency
keen as mustard steely as the wheel
hardened criminals how do you feel

Isolated like a grounded boat-load of bait-lot
ground into pulp to make baitmeat for that lot
the leftover droppings can be pulped up for catmeat
i woundn’t feed it to my cat, but i’d feed it to my prince

m’lord find here the finest shrove
of giggly aunties and artichokes
a nip of brandy from the last century
i’ll stamp your hand now lest you need re-entry.

May 3, 2012

Pretty Eyes

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Anger, beauty, Hope, humanity, People, Songs, Spirituality, style — Stevie McCabe @ 3:21 pm

I just want to drink in yr pretty eyes
Lick the pupil and taste the iris
Don’t want to deaden yr pretty eyes
But if they’re dead already, o, Osiris

Now Billy-Ray and Miley had a real thing
But she found out ’bout Billy and Hannah
You come here again without exact change
I’ll kick your ass to Indiana

All across the state line
City limits too
Fighting back tears like a soldier of love
All the while questioning who is who

Fire and ice in your pretty eyes
Tell me where the passion burns
Freezer burns from yr pretty pretty eyes
The table has turned, the butter has turned

Rancid as a rampant Rumpole of the Bailey
Robust in every way but one
Smiley-house gizzards make a lot of sense
When you’re piling the blows on a chum

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?

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

August 12, 2011

Charlie’s Sheen

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, animal, anthropomorphism, destiny, Songs, Spirituality, Time, tiptoe — Stevie McCabe @ 11:05 pm

Who knows what Charlie’s Sheen is made of?
Angels Dust or Devils Tears?
Reptile scales, shedding twice a year
all over the couch, the shedding’s substantial

No no no, its only tiger blood my friend
in a sticky base of Adonis DNA
Smear it on the slide, stick it under the scope
burrowing, tunneling, sleazing like a pope

sticky butter glue sticks like no other glue
it’s what they use to hold atoms together
muons, gluons lets stick together, quarks
two quarks make a Mindy mind, 3 quarks a Mork

You can’t make a monk out of a silky sows ear
But if you put lipstick on it and douse it in pheremones
with a couple of top quarks looping the loop
in a bubble chamber run by the zurich gnomes

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

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