boshapo

boshapo

mission creep

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Boshapo Apr 2019

Head down as the sirens scream past

Off the grid; leave your phone at home and

Hide your face from the covert cameras

Say cheese, you know you're never alone with a

Drone in the air as you walk on by

While they watch from above with the eye in the sky

And they tell you that it's all for your benefit,

To keep you from harm, to stop the terrorists

Mission creep as they chip away at your 

Civil liberties

Smartphone zombie

No need to chip you; you give us all we need

Browser history

We see what you're thinking; we know what you watch and read 

Analytics

We know where you've been; we know your routine

Algorithms

Computing the future; we're coming to get you

They killed cash so you have to pay

With your phone or your card, so you leave a trace

In the digital domain there's a data crunch

Now they know what you drink and they know how much

And Big Data is exactly the same as

Big Brother, just the name has been changed to

Protect the guilty, obscure the fact that

Your freedom is a lie, that you're under surveillance

Mission creep as they chip away at your 

Civil liberties

Smartphone zombie

No need to chip you; you give us all we need

Browser history

We see what you're thinking; we know what you watch and read 

Analytics

We know where you've been; we know your routine

Algorithms

Computing the future; we're coming to get you

And now they sell you a spy that you bring into your home

Like a Trojan Horse with a built in microphone

Harvest your data, work in league with your

Mobile phone and your Smart TV

Watch what you watch, hear what you say 

Loose lips sink ships

Mission creep as they chip away at your 

Civil liberties

Smartphone zombie

No need to chip you; you give us all we need

Browser history

We see what you're thinking; we know what you watch and read 

Analytics

We know where you've been; we know your routine

Algorithms

Computing the future; we're coming to get you

same old same old

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Boshapo Apr 2019

On the hill in the sacred stones they're

Popping pills while they're on their smartphones

Feel the earth's energy, con-cen-trate

While somone's yelling "have you got any ket mate?"

I don’t mind, you can take what you want

If it makes you happy and it get's you off but

Just be safe, aware of the side effects

Ten years on, your bladder is a fucking mess

New dawn, new drug

New high, another mug

Same old, same old, same old thing

Getting wrecked in the search for meaning

Drop out, tune in

Feel the rush as your mind spins

Altered reality, chemical flight

Nothing much changes and the kids are alright

And I just don't understand you mate, 'cause

You paid good money just to get through the gate

And there's so much to see, smell, feel, hear, taste

So whydya want to spend it in a comatose state?

Lotus eaters, living on soma

Missing the point - until it's all over

And nobody needs the inevitable drama

Trip to the First Aid tent - bad karma

New dawn, new drug

New high, another mug

Same old, same old, same old thing

Getting wrecked in the search for meaning

Drop out, tune in

Feel the rush as your mind spins

Altered reality, chemical flight

Nothing much changes and the kids are alright

Up to you how you spend your time

How you blow your cash, how you mess up your mind

Experience the dislocation

But all good things in moderation

Live in the moment, stay in the zone

Make good memories, stick em on your phone

There's nothing wrong with trying on the hat

But don't be a zombie, don't be a twat

New dawn, new drug

New high, another mug

Same old, same old, same old thing

Getting wrecked in the search for meaning

Drop out, tune in

Feel the rush as your mind spins

Altered reality, chemical flight

Nothing much changes and the kids are alright

rum and ginger

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Boshapo Apr 2019

Take my cup and

Fill it to the

Top with rum and

Ginger baby

We were young, we had fun, so the survivors say

We went out, we got drunk, we felt sick the next day

Waking up in a strange portacabin or field

We were bullet proof, using our youth as our shield

Life is made to be lived so 

Don't stop, keep taking those risks and

Age is a relative thing, you're

Only as old as you let yourself feel

So let’s be nineteen forever

Take my cup and

Fill it to the

Top with rum and

Ginger baby

Take my hand and

Dance me round the

Kitchen table

While we're able

And we still hit the town, every now and again

But it now takes us days to get over the pain

And it isn't an option to sleep in all day

So we just do it Friday or Saturday

Life is short and it's sweet so 

Don't stop, keep movng your feet and

Dance like there's nobody watching you

Sing 'til your voice is all battered and bruised

You've got nothing to lose

Take my cup and

Fill it to the

Top with rum and

Ginger baby

Take my hand and

Dance me round the

Kitchen table

While we're able

Spin me round; take me down

To the place where the people go

Raise the roof; raise your glass

To the days of the future past

No regrets; No surrender

Let's just go an a bender

Going out; Gloucester style

You can carry me out with a smile

love is a cruel thing

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Boshapo Apr 2019

I don’t want to dwell

Upon the past

The fire in my heart

Has turned to ash

And I cannot explain

How this occurred

Used to be so full of love but

Now I'm full of hurt

Start of extrication

End of our relationship

I cannot explain it

Well it's just complicated

When you lose the feeling

When you sense the ending

Time to liquidate your stocks

Take a hit and cut your loss

And I know that you're my friend

But I can - I cannot pretend

This love is a cruel thing

This love is a cruel thing

So please don't give me

Those Bambi eyes

There's something going wrong here

We both realise

The truth is hard to take but sometimes

You just have to make a change

You have to rearrange

Break the chains, just take the pain

In administration

No reconciliation

Dissolve the partnership

Well it's just complicated

When you lose the feeling

When you sense the ending

Time to liquidate your stocks

Take a hit and cut your loss

And I know that you're my friend

But I can - I cannot pretend

This love is a cruel thing

This love is a cruel thing

And I feel bad enough

I just can’t start

To make apologies

I didn't mean to break your heart

And I take all the blame

I claim the shame

I'm sorry that it had to end this way

To end this way

Start of extrication

End of our relationship

I cannot explain it

Well it's just complicated

When you lose the feeling

When you sense the ending

Time to liquidate your stocks

Take a hit and cut your loss

And I know that you're my friend

But I can - I cannot pretend

This love is a cruel thing

This love is a cruel thing

thin ice

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Boshapo Apr 2019

There are days when it's all too much

There are times when you feel like giving up

Ask yourself what's the point of it all?

You want to curl up in a dark room in a ball

And walk away from the constant grind

"Leave me alone, I need some serious me time"

When you feel that you've forgotten how to smile

"Goodbye cruel world; I may be gone for a while"

Skating - on the thin ice, waiting - for the cracks to

Show up - underneath you, cast you into the freezing

Water, but warm hands will catch you before you land

Pull you up, save your life, you're not done yet so get back on your feet again

In the age of mass communication 

How can it be that you feel such desperation?

Connected by wires to the great hive mindset,

And yet lost in your own little world and

Isolated, separated, 

Well there's no such thing as Society

So divided, looking for your tribe and you just

Need to break free, you need to break free

Skating - on the thin ice, waiting - for the cracks to

Show up - underneath you, cast you into the freezing

Water, but warm hands will catch you before you land

Pull you up, save your life, you're not done yet so get back on your feet again

So howl and scream; let out the bad dreams

(Shout shout; let it all out)

Well we're in this together and I'll follow you wherever

(A friend in need is a friend indeed)

And when it seems there's nobody on your side

(All you can see are the tumbleweeds)

Just give me a call I'lll be right behind you

(Got your back; I got your back)

Skating - on the thin ice, waiting - for the cracks to

Show up - underneath you, cast you into the freezing

Water, but warm hands will catch you before you land

Pull you up, save your life, you're not done yet so, you're not done yet

Skating - on the thin ice, waiting - for the cracks to

Show up - underneath you, cast you into the freezing

Water, but warm hands will catch you before you land

Pull you up, save your life, you're not done yet so get back on your feet again

shifting sands

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Boshapo Apr 2019

Take a look, in the mirror each morning

Through the sleep in your eyes and the yawning

Look the same as you did yesterday

Subtle changes, another hair turned to grey, 

Tempus fugit, and before you know it

You notice the stranger, how the hell did they get there?

Shifting sands, well the world never rests, and you're

Out of your depth, you're lost in the wilderness

Out of time, you belong to another age

Losing your relevance, clinging to bygone days

Move aside, just get out of the way, you're a 

Casualty of inevitability

Stay afloat while the waters keep rising

Keep your chin up, expand your horizons 

For an old dog, a new trick's not easy to learn

But you have to evolve, or you'll crash and burn

Forward momentum ensures our survival

Keep up or shut up 'cause progress is vital

Shifting sands, well the world never rests, and you're

Out of your depth, you're lost in the wilderness

Out of time, you belong to another age

Losing your relevance, clinging to bygone days

Move aside, just get out of the way, you're a 

Casualty of inevitability

And the joke of this progress is clear to see

We advance to increased life expectancy

And the consequence of this longevity

Is that you must work 'til you are seventy

Stay awake, keep on top of your game 

There's a long road ahead, you're not finished here yet by a long way

Shifting sands, well the world never rests, and you're

Out of your depth, you're lost in the wilderness

Out of time, you belong to another age

Losing your relevance, clinging to bygone days

Move aside, just get out of the way, you're a 

Casualty of inevitability

Shifting sands, well the world never rests and you're

Out of your depth, you're lost in the wilderness

Out of time, you belong to another age

Losing your relevance, clinging to bygone days

Move aside, just get out of the way, you're a 

Casualty of inevitability

Shifting sands (shifting sands)

(Shifting sands)

Out of time (out of time)

(Shifting sands)

Move aside, just get out of the way, you're a 

Casualty of inevitability

psycho killer

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Boshapo Apr 2019

Stroking your skin, baby where do I begin

Long story, it could be boring

Holding your hand, well you need to understand

About the birds and the bees, my specialist needs

What I want, what I really really really want

It's not normal, it's not mainstream

I need to feel that I'm out of control

Need to see you bleed, hear you scream

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me please

In the park feeding pigeons in the dark

It calms my mind, helps me to find my

Inner voice, makes me feel I have a choice but the 

Bloodlust always comes right back

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me please

And you insist I must be taking the piss

That I'm having a laugh, well I tell you this is serious

Done my best to protect you from yourself

Well it's up to you but this is gonna get gruesome

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me please

Don't feel remorse, I feel nothing at all,

There's a piece of my mind that's not quite there at all

I don't recall how I came to find my calling

All that I know is that my blood is boiling

Red mist and the taste on my tongue

Bitter like iron but it's turning me on

It may be wrong but it's not up to me, I was

Made into a monster by the one's who hurt me

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me please

Hands on your throat, knees on your chest

Feeling the blood as it pulses in your neck

This is the end but you know what they say

No pain, no gain

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me

Psycho killer, I'm not a normal man, somebody stop me, somebody stop me please