Murder Music

by Ste McCabe

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All songs written by Ste McCabe except "I'll Spit on your Grave" written by Ste McCabe and Pianofingers, and "Militant Disco", written by Ste McCabe with extra wonder added by David Hoyle.

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released 09 September 2009

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tags: punk electro indiepop queercore riot grrrl Edinburgh

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My name is Ste McCabe. I am a one-man band.

I use a distorted guitar, drum ... more machines and a synth to make noises with. I am a politicised queer, feminist, working class bastard and I like to make people dance with my rantings.

My music is available to buy from many thieves the net (eg itunes), but please buy directly from me on here, or from the amazing Cherryade Records - www.cherryademusic.co.uk less

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Track Name: Excuse No.1 : Old Testament
"Would you rather have a gay child or a dead child?"
Track Name: Ste McCabe with David Hoyle - Militant Disco
Three little pigs saying "I didn't mean it"
Ten thick jurors in piggy hats agreeing
One whole town dragging knuckles across the floor
One chavvy disco getting blown into no more
That's right. That's right. Bang bang. That's right.

Now sure I'm fantasizing but don't you dare blame me
It's the only way it seems to get you interested?
One silly protest getting laughed off again
One rotten body being fished out the canal again
That's right. No lie. You didn't hear about it? I wonder why.

How low do we have to sink now?
Every time I close my eyes I see death
Does it have to be your friend now?
Or do they have to knock on your door?
Well don't look at me like that darling, all I'm saying is NO MORE

(Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
'Til you find your dream)
Track Name: Ste McCabe with Pianofingers - I'll Spit On Your Grave
It's for all of us sick of hearing
About the hate that you're constantly dealing
We could call it spiritual healing
Or a judge who's numb to human feeling

I'l spit on your grave, smile at your last breath
I'll throw a party when they announce your death
I'll spit on your grave, dance at your death
We know who you are, and you'll pay your debt

It's a real human issue, your cause
One public stoning and one round of applause
And now promises from our favourite pastor
Of hell and fire and nasty ever after

Spit on your grave, smile at your last breath
I'll throw a party when they announce your death
I'll spit on your grave, dance at your death
We know who you are, and you'll pay your debt
Track Name: Toilet Scrubbing
I've been the happy bunny here
I have been all smiles and all ears
and now that I've crawled to the end
I no longer have to pretend
and now I have the certificate
I've got so many options that I don't know what to do with it
paper planes, cat litter, scrap paper, framed picture
should I pay for it with blood, sweat or tears?

and now that the work is done
I'm finding toilet scrubbing fun
all those skills that I learned from you
they don't pay like this shit stained loo
well I could say that you lie to us
or watch us dig our own graves while you pass the tools to us
but I've got toilets I must scrub

I dig your garden, serve your pint
clean your shoes, avoid your eyes
you say I'm clever and you ask me why
all I need is ten grand and more time
I dig your garden, serve your pint
clean your shoes, avoid your eyes
you say I'm clever and you ask me why
all I need is ten grand and more time
while I'm toilet scrubbing.
Track Name: Excuse No.2 : Quran
the punishment for being gay is death
Track Name: Public Debate
I hear you want to be civil right now, yeah right
You want to compromise with me, yeah right
You want to opt out of everything, that's right
There's no conversation with you tonight
Because every time, every time, it's a fascination with this hole of mine
Every time, every time, it's a public debate about my backside
Do you want to know how it feels to run?
To be afraid of going outdoors, oh fun!
Mother mary, holy christ, "we're the mothers who will put it right"
Mother mary, holy christ, "We're the fathers who are always right"
I hear that they are coming for me tonight
They're really going to finish me off, that's right
And they seemed so different from you
I think it's fair to say you teach them just what to do
Mother mary, holy christ, "we're the mothers who will put it right"
Mother mary, holy christ, "We're the fathers who are always right"
Oh mother mary, holy christ, poking around in your mind
Mother mary, holy christ, "judging you is a basic right"
Oh mother mary, holy christ "We must do what is right"
Oh mother mary, holy christ, it's a public debate about my backside!
Track Name: I've Got A Big Car
Pay attention! Look at me!
aren't you just in awe of this set of wheels?
well Mick Hucknall, I might resemble
but there's no train set that I can't assemble

I've got a car that goes so fast
you're gonna be in awe at last
I'm gonna show all those bitches
I'm the man who'll grant their wishes
I've got a big cock, I've got a big car!

Pay attention! Stupid ho!
why aren't you watching how fast my car can go?
for all those girls who bypass my erection
this 2 Unlimited tune will surely grab attention

I've got a car that goes so fast
you're gonna be in awe at last
I'm gonna show all those bitches
I'm the man who'll grant their wishes
I've got a big cock, I've got a big car!
Track Name: What Do You Know?
On Fridays we go dancing
to a tacky bar where we get filmed
I break both my legs for now
I walk around in plaster just for some attention

but what the fuck would you know?
beyond the truth that they don't show
I've seen your eyes and they sure know
their way to the end of your nose
and here we go....

I bang my head against a wall so
I gain a pretty bruise
then I can complain to you
I read it in a liberal publication
where the death of our friends never gets a mention

so what the fuck would you know?
beyond the truth that they don't show
I've seen your eyes and they sure know
their way to the end of your nose
and here we go....again...

it doesn't matter at all
one paragraph in the Liverpool Echo
you'll read it nowhere else at all
so what the fuck do you know?
Track Name: Last Night I Found God
they're gonna want to cut my throat
mother, they want to hang me
I'm choosing a lifetime of pain
but now I've got a really good excuse to hate you
'cos last night I found god.

Now all my family will love me
with those conditions that they lay down so clearly
and when I grow up
I will breathe scum just like you
'cos last night I found god

can I be just like you?
can I be ruthless just like you?
can I destroy just like you?
live life for nothing just like you?
talk about guilt just like you?
be afraid to breathe just like you?
big man all respect is due
can I rape just like you?