Stevie McCabe words

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U VW X Y Z

FEEL IT(NOW)
You wanna learn some, you gotta live some,
You gotta hear the word of the word-lord
You wanna learn some, you gotta listen
To the words that you heard when you were six years old
You got emotions, trained emotions
An' they're tired an' they're too tired to run away
Gonna steal some, y'gotta feel some o' those
Goddammed emotions 'fore they run away
Feel it.
Now.
Get some o' that jetsam-flotsam in your ear thing
Its an illusion, alluding to some crass remark regarding an earring
They came from Tucson an' I knew one
Had a hand tattooed on the back of her neck
How did I know that, cos I tattooed that
Hand right onto the back of her neck

THE FIRST BEER PRAYER (A DAILY PRAYER)
This little beer is the very first beer
The one that will quench my first thirst
And that little beer I will welcome inside
Almost as much as the first
But this little beer is special as sin
As a lonely finding first love
"Goodbye little beer", I pray as I drink
"Down the hatch, like a hand in a glove!"

FOUR EYES (ARE BETTER THAN ONE)
Four eyes are better than one
An' the beat keeps rolling on
Keepin' all four eyes on you
Keepin' on keepin' on
All the eyes in the room looked up
When I walked in with my champagne on ice
The bouillabaisse bubbled briefly, abruptly
As if it would aerate the place
There's only one thing that you gotta know
Is that four eyes must see more than the usual two
If you had seen all the things I had seen
You'd wish you had no eyes, it wouldn't make you green
Because it is no shame to have a twin set of eyes
But it's no great honour, either
It's constant vigilance, eternal vigilance
Just as well I'm an early riser!

FROM RUSH-HOUR WITH LOVE
A jug of the brown, the amber and brown
From rush-hour with love, gotta get across town
There's a hero in all of us who needs some love
Gotta get across town - From Rush-hour with love
Try me on a week-day -but only on a weekday
Never on a Sunday 'cos I'm all out of sorts
Takes me to the point of doing most anything at all
Takes me to the point of taking up water-sports
L.A. is a freeway, it's a fast-lane to hell
A concrete path to the nightmares, the fear
The deepest suspicions, those errors of judgement
You should have more faith in your person, My Dear