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October 21, 2012

Shoes Yay High

When  i met you you had no shoes
I took your socks so you had nothin to lose
Gave you corn plasters as you were a wreck
Toe-to-toe jammin’ like Greg-o-ry Peck

I’m a sole man believe me I aint no heel
Runnin with devil never did me no good
Goes to show the power of a single banana peel

When your shoes are yay high in North Carolina
Certain people will take heed
Archin like an alley cat spyin a panther
you know both of dems a dyin’ breed (and dey knowz it)

Gran’s Remedy aint no cure for the devil roosted ‘neath my shins
Doctor Podra, please please can’t you see the state that i’m in

Well when a sleep-walkin cheetah wakes up,
puts out his butt and decides enough is enough
everybody gotta make their own minds up
cos they’re free as feet footloose and fucked up!

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 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

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?

April 1, 2012

volkschochschule dropout

Filed under: 2012 stuff, fashion, style, tiptoe — Stevie McCabe @ 12:03 am

Demo by the Higgs Boson Precursors

Demo by the Higgs Boson Precursors featuring Angel A

Don’t want to be a volkschochschule dropout
Don’t wanna be your clown
Don’t wanna be a mime or juggler
On this side of town

When die volkschoch get together
There’s no stopping them now
Zero to hero in a new York minute
Splitting the city at its seams, don’t have a cow

Volkschochschule’s out for summer
Student prints at bargain rates
Let’s make it straight class is dismissed
Follow the fallow-horse to the states

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