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