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May 27, 2012

Exfoliation with a loofah

Filed under: 2012 stuff, animal, anthropomorphism, beauty, Beliefs, destiny, efficacy, People, Psychology, Songs, Time, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 10:15 am

Exfoliation with a loofah
How hard can it be
Don’t like cricket, don’t much fancy Betchadupa
Scratching at the seams like a buck-eyed dream

From gay Paree she came
Loaded up fully with a 10-inch loofah
Booked out till xmas with her high-price dreams
Scrathing the surface and ripping the seams

Pushin too hard can leave a sever welt
Welterweights scrap over which is worse
Paying more taxes and a shrinking wallet
Or the cold death of the universe

Scraping skin like ajax on steel
Scouring, not harsh scratching that will leave you limp
A positive imprint, a possible match
Looky here, loofah breeder is quite a catch!

 

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.

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

March 5, 2012

Labour of love

Filed under: destiny, fear, Love, monsters, People, Tide, Time, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 4:35 pm

The darkest time is now
The bleakest day is today
The worst moment to date
Is getting worse day by day

Oh dear lord I cannot pray
I can just say
Spare me another day
I’ve had enough I gotta say

Got to go paint my lips with candy poison
For all the cheating all the reasons
Clapped out jack adder snake in the grass
Sticking your cheat feathers where the sun don’t pass!

Does this remind you of the hoist
Where first you made my lips moist
Flagrantly flailing your arms as you flayed
Ziggy flayed the trumpet , without
skipping a backbeat, or skipping on the front lawn

The zeitgeist maker or breaker creates and destroys
Kissed the girls and made them boys

Lookin for coffee in the caffeine free aisle
Is pretty hard to do
Lookin for love in a love-less land
Is a ludicrous thing to do

Loveless landlubbers locked in long lingering looks
like loose canons ready to let loose their balls
Unleashing the loggerheads of loose change
Labouring over the notion of a notional ocean

Where there’s a will there’s an ocean of whey
Remember it’s only an ocean away
When the ocean is in motion your emotions can carry you away
You know you’re soaking in it, by law you need to clear the gangway

It’s a labor of love, little bird told me
A labor of love, little bird tweeted

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!”

October 22, 2011

Harden up

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, Collective Consciousness, destiny, fear, Hope, humanity, People, Songs, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 3:03 am

either you harden up or you ‘harden up’…
you don’t have to take his shit,
break out do the voodo judo like you used to ,
no-one aint gonna give a shit!

Muscles , like a six pack of elephant beer
biceps like tennis balls tremblin in fear
that the crusher the coughin russian
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Steve McCabe with the seed
for the need of robitussin
will take you on for the whiff of a song
and that song is the plaintive tale of…

Violence, movies, sex on tv
old fashioned values don’t strike a key
harum scarum matter of fact
you can’t do that under the warsaw pact!

shifting scoria in a wheelbarrow now thats
hard as living angels can bear
fillin up a pail with a litre of oil
thats soul-killin, soul-killin yeah yeah yeah!

August 20, 2011

Cock – a doodle do

Cock a doodle, cock a doodle do
any dude with a cock would squeeze his lemons for you
see yo later alligator, keep the pips in the refrigerator
any blind fool could see that one eyed greenhorn, time to emascuate her

get the defibrillator, quick! its a 187,
stealing heart in progress at the seven 11
sleep with the fishes if the fishes get lucky
meanwhile back in the barnyard the hens are gettin plucky

feathers flyin in the roost
straw people matting the hen-house floor
what do you take this hen house for?
your personal egg house, lord haw-de haw?

cock a doodle cock a doodle doo
all fired up with your didgeridoo
the 7 -11 is open past midnite
lets drive by and give it our best shot

i’ve had just about all i can take of this rooster cockburn
stick kim on the chuckwagon with the rest of the feathered-crew
we be eating crow till then
sow the seed somebody better put a muzzle on that kisser
because you know i do really miss her :(

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 15, 2011

Life after Bob Exists

Filed under: Anger, destiny, efficacy, Hope, People, Songs, Sorrow, Spirituality, Time, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 2:37 pm

Life after Bob exists, its a new way
Thank you for the memories, get you thee behind me please
aint gonna mope, thats a foolish jape
made a big impression now its time for the blue cheese

Crackers on a plate with a punnet of dip
no use in moping you don’t know the half of it
Bob-free stone free to do what i want
I can do it just for the hell of it

Now the sun rises again
Nobody knows where these egos can go
There are no no-goes, release the embargoes
Ring the bells they can chime again

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