buskakrhymz vol 2: double jeopardy

buskakrhymz vol. 2: double jeopardy


the dance

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Phreek March 2018


Too much pressure in my head keeps resurrecting

Scenes from ancient history, stops me thinking clearly

Roll your stones away, keep your dogs at bay


Need to find some balance, stop this interference

Change the radio station, block this static nation

Lift me out of here where the air is clear

Sonic paradise white noise saviour


And I hope, but I don't pray no one's listening anyway

Strike a pose, take a chance, join the dance, joint the dance (see you on the other side)


So you left me reeling, kicking chunks out of the

Ceiling; I was flailing, life support was failing

Reciprocity; Serendipity


Screaming spinning falling, trying to take it all in

I was in denial - 'cause the truth was vile

Chained to memories, of how things used to be

Time to change the path, time to change this


Break your chains, breathe in deep, life is long, talk is cheap

Second skin, second chance, join the dance, join the dance (take it to the bridge now)


Ten years later and I'm feeling so much better

Pulled my shit together, worked out you should never

Blame yourself when fate kicks you in the taters


You can't plan for stupid, just remember Cupid

Will not leave you hanging, wants to keep you banging

So I met my match, thinks that I'm a catch

Cider drinking wench, make me happy


And I swear, this is it, we're a pair, we're a hit

We're a team, we advance in the dance, in the dance (yeah)


La la la la la, La la la la la, La la la la la, La la la la la


kabukicho

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Anorakronism May 2018


Electric dreams, a neon symphony

A different world of the extraordinary

A strange landscape, well I just stand and gape

It's not like anywhere I've ever been to


Shinjuku, oh so pretty

Sleepless Town, Demon City


(Kabukicho) Well I'm lost in this maze of madness

(Kabukicho) Salarymen working off their sadness

(Kabukicho) Take a walk on the Eastern wild side


I'm so Chu Hai, I've drunk the bottle dry

It helps me handle sensory overdrive

Beautiful town, skyscrapers all around

But night time it becomes a sukebe playground


Shinjuku, oh so pretty

Sleepless Town, Demon City

Tokyo hidden wonder

Take your time, don't go under


(Kabukicho) Watch your step or it might bite you

(Kabukicho) Ya-ku-za there watching every move

(Kabukicho) Take a walk on the Eastern wild side


I want to ride, the Yamanote line

I hope I get to walk those streets one more time

A special place, a trip to outer space

Dirty old town there's nowhere else quite like you


Shinjuku, oh so pretty

Sleepless Town, Demon City

Tokyo hidden wonder

Take your time, don't go under


(Kabukicho) Flashing lights of the Go-Go getters

(Kabukicho) Lowest of the low to the hip jet setters

(Kabukicho) Buckle up and just enjoy the ride

(Kabukicho) Take a trip to the Eastern wild side


liquid anaesthesia

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Tsunami May 2019


Hidden meanings, secret codes, knowing looks and smiles that

Leave me in the cold, a spectator sport and I don't know the

Rules, just stand there looking like a fool

And I wish for other times, so wheel me down the Fountain, yeah

Or take me to the misty mountain


(There's no denying; There's no denying)

It's the sound of evil, hear the screaming seagulls

(There's no escaping; There's no escaping)

I can't connect with people, give me liquid anaesthesia


Heart of gold and feet of clay, a clumsy fumbler,

A blind man doesn't fear the dark, but loneliness can kill the spark

Extinguishing your joie de vivre, well just

Believe me when I tell you that I'm batting on a sticky wicket

And I've got this one way ticket to the blues


(There's no denying; There's no denying)

Needle jumps on vinyl cracks, pirouette toward the final track 

(There's no escaping; There's no escaping)

I can't connect with people, give me liquid anaesthesia


Some are found and some are lost, some are counting up the cost

Renovating broken dreams, singing songs and hatching schemes

For a better life, buy a butter knife

If you need some meaning to your day

Find yourself inside this passion play


(There's no denying; There's no denying)

You give me tea and toast, and I'm the one that loves you most

(There's no escaping; There's no escaping)

I can't connect with people, give me liquid anaesthesia


(There's no denying; There's no denying)

I could not love you more but, I'm on a road to nowhere

(There's no escaping; There's no escaping)

I can't connect with people, give me liquid anaesthesia

((Aaaaaaahs))


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


no pasaran

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Foxtrot Oscar Oct 2018

With thanks to The Men They Couldn't Hang for use of the lyrics from The Ghosts Of Cable Street


No pasaran

No pasaran


I see you Oswald Mosley, you nasty little man

(You call it Nationalism; we call it fear and hate)

With your Union of Fascists, and your nasty little plan

(You call it Nationalism; we call it fear and hate)

You want to kick the Jews out, and send them on their way

Return them to the Nazis, condemn them to their fate

But they're fleeing from oppression and coming here in fear

You're a disgrace to the human race and we don't want you here

We'll barricade the city, we'll stop you in your tracks

We'll chase you out of Cable Street…..

Don't bother coming back


No pasaran - You're not welcome here so turn around and run

No nazi scum - Stick your black shirt where it doen't see the sun

No pasaran - You're not welcome here so turn around and run

No nazi scum - Stick your black shirt where it doen't see the sun


We see you Tommy Robinson you thievin' nasty lemon

The name may change but the stench is just the same

We see all of you Fascists; EDL and BNP

The name may change but the stench is just the same

Well it makes me sick and tired, to see another wave

Of persecuting immigrants, and peddling your hate

We've seen it all before, yeah nothing much has changed

You're a disgrace to the human race; the answer's still the same

We'll fight you on the beaches, in the hills and fields and towns

We'll chase you out of Cable Street…..

Don't bother turning round


No pasaran - You're not welcome here so turn around and run

No nazi scum - Stick your black shirt where it doen't see the sun

No pasaran - You're not welcome here so turn around and run

No nazi scum - Stick your black shirt where it doen't see the sun


No pasaran

No pasaran

No pasaran


Listen for the sound of marching feet

Heed the voices of The Ghosts of Cable Street……


snake oil

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Anorakronism May 2018


Talking heads upon the television

Dereliction of the sleepless souls

Restitution at the rescue mission

Stop them falling deeper down their holes

It's a calling it’s a comet falling

Elemental at the end of days

Veneration of the holy schmoly

Subjugation of the quaint old ways


Selling snake oil to the poor and needy

Selling seraphim and salvation

Open up the pearly gates, I'm coming

Home - Jesus wants me

Or does he?


Holy clerics of the intifada

Infidelity of infidels

Escalation of the holy Jihad

Take the innocents and make them soldiers

Take the scripture turn it on it's head and

Take the words but make the meaning suck

Preach the Gospel to the seething masses

They've nothing left to lose and they don't give a fuck


Selling snake oil to the poor and needy

Selling oblivion and exocets

Get my virgins ready 'cause I'm coming

Home - Allah wants me


I don't believe in all the fairy stories

I'm not a joiner, don't support a team

And I don't understand why people get hooked

On Religion, it's a bogus scheme

If you really want to make a difference

If you really want to help the poor

Stop the killing, stop the genocidal

Ethnic cleansing based on nothing more than prejudice and


No more snake oil, no more jam tomorrow

No more promises of life eternal

It's a fact we all live here and here is

Home - Reason wants me

For a sunbeam


No more snake oil, no more life eternal

Don’t keep scaring us with your infernal

Punishments if we don’t stay upon your

Path - you're having a laugh and we can

Make our own way home


subcutaneous

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Lavishly Tooled Jan 2019


I never liked you anyway

I'd just pretend to be your friend 

You never made me feel a thing

Except vaguely nauseous

You think you're so damn gorgeous

It's just a painting on a mouldy wall


Let's get subcutaneous

And talk about what's going on below the show

I know it sounds outrageous

Through all the years, now it appears,


I just can't fucking stand you

I just don't fucking like you


So if you strip the skin away

You see the monster underneath

A cruel heart of stone and

Teeth that bite and gouging fingers

And still the nightmare lingers

I wake up screaming if I dream of you


Let's get subcutaneous

And understand the meaning of this horror show

Dissect this alien species

Through all the tears, it's become clear


I just can't fucking stand you

I just don't fucking like you


Let's get subcutaneous

And talk about what's going on below the show

Let's get subcutaneous

And understand the meaning of this horror show


Skin deep. So shallow.

I thought I loved you til I found out what was

Living down below

Through all the tears, it's become clear

Beauty is not appealing

When it's devoid of feeling

A carapace an empty shell

If there's a hell I hope you get there in the end


Skin deep (let's get subcutaneous)

Skin deep (let's get subcutaneous)

Skin deep (let's get subcutaneous)

Skin deep (let's get subcutaneous)

Skin deep (let's get subcutaneous)

Skin deep (let's get subcutaneous)


tsunami

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Tsunami May 2019


I've been here since the start, yeah all my working life,

It's where I started and it's where I met my wife,

Been through the good and bad and raised a family;

And now my kids are here, they're working on the line with me.


And then the fatal blow; we heard it on the radio

As we were driving in, to start work on the 2nd shift

They told us we would not be working here much longer

It cut right through us like a razor sharp katana


It's the end of an era, it's a wake up call as we

Walk into the future while we're waiting for the axe to fall

Tsunami, tsunami

Tsunami, tsunami


It's the end of the shinkansen, the termination station,

Everybody change here for an unknown destination.

Tsunami, tsunami

Tsunami, tsunami


Read all about it, it's a bad day at black rock,

There's been an earthquake, now we're dealing with the aftershock,

And we are powerless, the wave will keep on coming,

Tsunami watching as we walk toward our ruin.


The gears are cranking up, machinery in motion,

We're just spectators to the power of the ocean,

And in the global scheme it's just a minor tremor,

But in the here and now it feels like it's the end of the world.


It's the end of an era, it's a seismic shift

Nothing we can do to stop the continental drift.

Tsunami, tsunami

Tsunami, tsunami


It's the end of the road, yeah, the writings on the wall

Need to find another way to keep the wolf from the door

Tsunami, tsunami

Tsunami, tsunami


And so I'm standing in the line and I am trying;

To give a fig about the car that you'll be buying;

To give my all when all I want to do is scream;

To keep on working like a cog in this machine


Read 'em and weep, a losing deal, the closing movement

We hear the roaring of the wind, the deadly portent

And we are powerless, the wave is coming for us

Tsunami warning as it towers high above us


At the end of the day we're into damage limitation

Running for the hills our only possible salvation

Tsunami, tsunami

Tsunami, tsunami


It's the end of an era, it's our judgement day

30 years of progress being washed away 

Tsunami, tsunami

Tsunami, tsunami


Tsunami, tsunami

Tsunami, tsunami

Tsunami, tsunami

Tsunami, tsunami


vive la difference

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Lavishly Tooled Jan 2019


Outside. They move. On the hunt for the non-believers.

Stay low. Eyes down. Keep your head below the parapet, parapet.

Keep still. Lights out. Make no sound if you want to get out of here.

Keep calm. Stay true. Pray if you want but it really won't help you.

Fish out of water. Cuckoo in the nest. You're not like us so we think it's best if you

Move on. Leave this place. No room for difference, got no tolerance.

Be scared. Be afraid. Knock on the door; it's a midnight raid.

Pogrom. Hate crime. Used to be your friends; but now they're on the other side.


You're not like us, you know you don't belong here

You're not like us, you know you don't belong here


Strange fruit. In the trees. Well they swing in the cold cold breeze so

Swing low sweet chariot. Hear the singing of the marionettes.

Boot stamp. Fist grind. We're just here to help you make up your mind.

Binary. No grey. You're either with us or we're taking you away.

Unrest. Civil war. Vigilantes go from door to door and there's

No rules. No law. At the mercy of the kangaroo court.

Judge and jury. Alpha Omega. No reprieve, no there's no one to save you.

Bang bang. You're dead. Feel the noose tightening around your neck.


You're not like us, you know you don't belong here

You're not like us, you know you don't belong here

You're not like us, you know you don't belong here

This is genocide, we're just cleaning up the gene pool


Last night. I dreamt. I lived in a place that was tolerant.

Free speech. Free minds. No fear. No hate crime.

Utopia. Hard won. Rights from the fights down the generations.

Stand up. Defend. Fight for your rights, vive la difference.


You won't break us no you won't defeat us.

You won't break us no you won't defeat us.

You won't break us no you won't defeat us.

Vive la difference, we are Spartacus.


Vive la difference

Vive la difference

Vive la difference

Vive la difference


you're the one

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Phreek March 2018


(Well I'm) not much to look at and I'm

Not blessed with countless riches

Life's road's been a little bit bumpy

And I've hit my share of hitches

Well take them on the chin

Yeah suck it up, suck it in

And if you've got no master plan

Just do the best you can


Life's here, it's yours to take

Everybody makes mistakes yeah

So yeah - you''ve made your bed

Certain things can't be unsaid

(Well) it’s a cruel cruel world out there

So if you find someone who cares

Don't ever let them go

Let them know

You're the one


(And I) want you to understand

Experience has made me a better man

I've done some shitty [bad bad] things but I've

Learned from them and I'm not going to make the same

Mistakes, a second time

Cross my heart and hope to die

And I'm sorry but you're stuck with me

And you didn't even know I was a little bit country


Life's here, it's ours to take

Looking forward, feeling great and

Sometimes the stars align

Though I don't believe in a grand design and

It’s a cruel cruel world out there

And if you find someone who cares

Don't ever let them go

Let them know

You're the one


And it's true it all comes round

Karma can be so profound and

You get what you deserve

If you give you can take, If you love you can make

Amends for the past, you can make things better

You can call it quits, (pause) put it in a letter

As a message in a bottle, send it out to sea

Send it round the world, let the love flow freely

(Well) it’s a cruel cruel world out there

So if you find someone who cares

Let them know

Let them know

You're the one

You're the one


sunrise 2019

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Tsunami May 2019


Sick of feeling angry, sick of feeling pain

I'm going to take control of my life again

It's hard to let go when the only thing you see

Is a future that's so full of uncertainty

And fear and self loathing can tear a soul apart

But you come to the point when you know you have to start

To banish all your demons and take a leap of faith

To remember who you are and to give yourself a break


Watch the sun rise again

Feel the sunshine again

Watch the sun rise again

Feel the sunshine again


Now life is made for living not for waiting on the whim

Of cruel fate and circumstance and other people's dreams

You can be frozen in a moment but eventually you'll thaw

When you realise your value and that you are so much more

Because no-one else will judge you more than you've already done

So take it easy on yourself and try to focus on the one

Who can make you feel good when your world has turned to shit

Who is willing to believe that there is more to life than this


Watch the sun rise again

Feel the sunshine again

Watch the sun rise again

Feel the sunshine again


And the fences you've erected and the boundaries you've set

Made of fear and doubt and apathy and other people's threats

That define you and constrain you and frustrate you to the core

Well they're all just an illusion so go batter down the door

And it only takes a step or two to walk into the light

To open up your eyes and ears and start to see things right

So start looking for the colours and try listening to your heart

Let the song inside you blossom and your fears will fall apart.


Watch the sun rise again

Feel the sunshine again

Watch the sun rise again

Feel the sunshine again

Watch the sun rise again

Feel the sunshine again

Watch the sun rise again

Feel the sunshine again


you can't take this away

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Convert Feb 2018


Well we came to the end of our road

No more empty words and promises, I guess

Some things are not meant to be

It was fun at times, but too many lies

Took their toll on you and me


We both swore we'd be true, me and you

But forever and ever amen is 

Too damn long


Well it burns you inside as you choke on the lies

And it gets in your head, so you try to forget 

But no way - do what you

May, you can't take this away


So we all dip our toes in the sea

Open up and risk the deadly kiss, don’t be

Scared to go back to the beach

Put your flip flops on, take your spade along,

Keep your towel within your reach


We’re all building with sand, make no plans

Count your blessings and chickens and stand

Against the tide


Don’t forget to have fun as you blunder along

Hold the ones you love close and remember to tell them each

Day, I want you to

Stay, please don’t take this away



And another road takes you away

It’s a mystery, where the end will be, so don’t

Get too hung up on the ride

Just enjoy the view, have a beer or two,

Keep your eyes upon the prize


It’s a beautiful day, make some hay

Hold your lover’s hand tightly, it's never too early to

Say I'd love to


Take you out dancing or down to the dog track or

Out for the pub quiz or just for a Big Mac and

Say - hold me closer each

Day - You can’t take this away


Life is a journey, some people leave early

Some others continue, to dance along with you

There’s no way of knowing, how far we’re all going

We bear this affliction, the human condition

As time points it’s arrow towards our tomorrows

They come along faster and faster and faster

So stop for a second and breathe in the moment

And savour the flavour and always remember

Today 

You can't take this away.


take another swing

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Phreek March 2018


It's clear to me, I've been walking round with my eyes shut

Its news to me, that things were getting rough, and that you've had enough of us

So tear this down, send in the clowns

Bring out the band and listen to the big finale


No compromise, now I see a smile is just a snarl

No sentiment, that was yesterday, now get the fuck out of my way

This can't be real, I feel the steel

Impaling me and I'm begging you to show some mercy


Fall apart, spears in my heart

Pregnant pause, it’s the calm before the storm so

Take the fuckers with you, use your scattergun

No-one leaves this place alive I'm having fun


Atrocity, well it's OK all's fair in love and war

Dichotomy, I want to hold you and I want you underneath a bus

Confusing times, passionate crimes

Tempestuous seas, well I'm feeling pretty green around the gills


I'm slow to see, there are some things that can't be unfucked

I'm holding on, to a memory; to a shadow of a life

Take out the trash, rake out the ash

This fire is dead and you need to get your head straight


Drift apart, harden your heart

Set a course heading for a new horizon

Opportunity comes knocking

Dub be good to me, I'm moving on


Live and let die, you only live twice

Please believe, it's the truth tomorrow never dies

It's a part of this rich tapestry

Take the positives and set them free

Possibilities are endless

So take another swing, just take another swing


smile upon your face

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Convert Feb 2018


Reach out, stop fucking about

Cos life is too short to have all of that doubt

(It’s a ) Nice day, stop hiding away

Let the sun on your face blow the clouds away

You've only got yourself to blame

You might not win but join the game


Tough shit, you've taken a hit

It might sound cruel but get over it

(you've got) One life, so never think twice

Put your pedal to the metal don't philosophise

You never know what you might find

If you just open up your mind


Hang ten, you never know when

You're gonna meet a stranger who becomes a friend

(So just) Move on and sing your own song

Put your apron and your wellies and your best smile on

Don't keep on living in the past

Just get outside and have a blast


So what, you are where you've got

The world will keep turning if you're there or not

(Iknow) It's true, you're gonna pull through

If you look into the future and in front of you

Keep running forward to the light

No looking back or left or right

And when you reach that sunny place

There'll be a smile upon….….your face

On your face

Smile upon your face

On your face


red pill blue pill

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Foxtrot Oscar Oct 2018


A complex question; requires reflection

Just "yes" or "no" is; lacking inflection

Ignore the facts and; choose speculation

Engage the Press in; this manipulation

Mer-ce-na-ry de-mo-cra-cy

Stupid question, wrong direction


Red pill blue pill - it's your free will

Make your choice and reap the whirlwind


So start a panic; call on the racists

Nobody cares if; it's true or baseless

The truth is truth is; made by the winners

Just win the race and; ignore the whingers

Id-i-o-tic, and my-op-ic

Pat-ri-o-tic, di-a-bol-ic


Red pill blue pill - it's your free will

Make your choice and reap the whirlwind


So start a panic; call on the racists

Nobody cares if; it's true or baseless

Mer-ce-na-ry de-mo-cra-cy

Stupid question, wrong direction


Red pill blue pill - it's your free will

Make your choice and reap the whirlwind


Id-i-o-tic and my-op-ic

Pat-ri-o-tic, di-a-bol-ic

Mer-ce-na-ry de-mo-cra-cy

Stupid question, wrong direction


Red pill blue pill - it's your free will

Make your choice and reap the whirlwind


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


a million miles away

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album The Death Of Liberty Jul 2018


You sleep in the daytime, you live in the dark

Keep trying to reach out, you've stolen my heart

But every time I miss your spark

Now I'm a pretender, a shambling ghost

All of my letters got lost in the post

And I don't know what hurts the most


Because you slay me with a glance you

Make me think I have a chance

But I know it's all a fantasy

And you don't really see me


Even though you're next to me

Well you're a million miles away

Even though you're next to me

You're a million miles away


So what can I do or say??

To make you feel the same way

Well I keep crashing on your rocks

Keep betting all against the odds

But every time I end up all alone


You slay me with a glance you

Make me think I have a chance

But I know it's a fantasy

And you don't really see me


Even though you're next to me

Well you're a million miles away

Even though you're next to me

You're a million miles away


Away , away, away, away


Please spare me a minute, throw me a bone

Give me a picture to keep on my phone

And I can go home with a smile

Well it's so abnormal, it's so uncool

Yes I'm an ejit, a miserable fool

But I can't stop from feeling

Truly madly deeply dippy


Slay me with a glance you

Make me think I have a chance

But I know it's not meant to be

I just need a remedy

To cure this lovesick malady

Maybe I'll just go to sea

Or join the Foreign Legion


Even though you're next to me

Well you're a million miles away

Even though you're next to me

Well you're a million miles away

Even though you're next to me

Well you're a million miles away

Even though you're next to me

Well you're a million miles away


fugee

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album The Death Of Liberty Jul 2018


Too much too young what a terrible shame

Kids dodge bullets in a bombed out citadel

Hide and seek when they hear the warplanes

Drop their barrel bombs bringing down new hell

Looking like no one's gonna take a stand

Planes keep showering death from above as the

World just watches on, wringing it's hands

Hear a lot of talk but we don't feel the love


Seven long years and nothing much changes

Most of my people have left their homes, tell me

What would you do now if you were in my shoes?

Sit round and wait 'til they send in the drones?

So it's time to leave; just grab what you can

Head out the door and just keep on walking

Looking for succour in an alien land

Looking for shelter where there's no more war pigs


Dead meat - pounding the street

Every day's a struggle when there's nothing to eat

Dead beat - well I just need to sleep in a

Place where the bombs and the bullets can't find us


Hitched one lift then another then another

Every place we came to was a bombed out shell

Looking for charity; help from a brother

All in the same fix; huddled in a death cell

Move in the dark. Dodging the sharks

Breathing in diesel. Tasting sand 'til we

Came in time to the crystal shore line

Over the horizon lies the promised land


And we met a man said he had a plan, got a

Cousin with a boat who's gonna take us there but the

Trips not cheap; you gotta dig deep

Gamble all your money on a wing and a prayer

Set off at midnight into the dark

Two hundred souls in a battered old freighter

Low in the water; under the deck

Close my eyes and pray I see you later


Dead meat - pounding the street

Every day's a struggle when there's nothing to eat

Dead beat - well I just want to sleep in a

Place where the bombs and the bullets can't find us


Five days at most; the motor is toast;

Drifting free beneath the beating sunshine

Nothing to drink and everything stinks

Ready to die and yet we're still not giving in

Sweating fear then I hear redemption

Motor launch with a deep bass engine

You don't know how it feels to come alive

'Til you know that you've been thrown a line


Make land though it's not what I planned

In a prison though they call it a camp but there's

Running water for my baby daughter

No warplanes; no barrel bombs

Got nothing but the clothes we're wearing

Lost everything but we're still breathing

And you think that I've come here to

Steal your job and undermine you?


Refugee - this wasn't my choice

Got no rights and so I've got no voice I'm a

Migrant - can you understand

The pain I've been through just to get to this land?

Just walk a mile in my shoes and

Maybe then you'll start to see the truth, I'm a

Fugee - this happened to me and I

Pray to the gods that it doesn't happen to you


freefall

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Lavishly Tooled Jan 2019

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No point in pointing out the obvious

Don't waste your breath it's so damn tedious

Deaf to reason, screaming "Treason, you're the enemy"

Blind belief against the evidence that's plain for all to see

Running out of road, heading for the edge

Wish for wings that work, come on, place your bets


No looking back, no turning round, the ground will come to greet us

It's time to learn the hard way gravity cannot be cheated

You can define the path when you know distance, speed and time

You can't escape the facts but you can always close your eyes

Speeding down the road, through the safety wall

Arrogance and pride come before the fall


Free falling yes we're free falling

Free falling yes we're free falling


And I can see the headlines written there in black and white

Nothing to see, it's just a car crash, everybody died

A crazy drunk behind the wheel, somebody should have stopped her

Seems like she didn't hear the screaming passengers, or didn't care

Grabbing at the wheel, looking for the brake

Turn this thing around before it's too damn late


Free falling yes we're free falling

Sleepwalking yes we're sleepwalking

Free falling yes we're free falling

Free falling yes we're free falling


empty stage

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Phreek March 2018


I'm listening, what you got to say?

Shit happens, people go their own way

Time can change your mind and the tide can

Wash you out to sea


Stop crying, it messes up your face

Be brutal, give it to me straight

Don't give me sugar pills give me truth and

Tell it like it is


Life is too short to regret your failure

Learn the lessons but don't let them nail you up

Try again and this time make things better

Don't forget that we're all writing pur own page

Empty Stage


Keep talking, this is getting good

Small steps towards some understanding

You need to tell me where it all went wrong

Call it therapy for free


I'm learning, opening my eyes

Old memories come back in a new light

Like a film I saw, cut with footage

Lying on the floor


Life is too short to regret your failure

Learn the lessons but don't let them nail you up

Try again and this time make things better

Don't forget that we're all writing pur own page

Empty Stage


Seems sad but I can understand

It's time to move on with a new plan

Leave the past behind, keep the good things

Somewhere in your mind


Don't worry, things will all be fine

Scars heal with alcohol and time

Let the feelings go, there's more acts to

Come in this phreek show


Life is too short to regret your failure

Learn the lessons but don't let them nail you up

Try again and this time make things better

Don't forget that we're all writing pur own page

Empty Stage


celluloid mind

© Asbo Slipz 2018

From the album Mein Kraft Jan 2019


Yes we all make mistakes, it's our

Natural state, our default condition and

Some are big some are small but the

Big ones hold on to us, keep on reminding us

Words you should have said. Things you could have done.

Near death experience. Memories that stick to you.


Record. Rewind. Replay. Watch it

Over again; see the choices you should have made.

Record. Rewind. Replay. Relive

All of your greatest hits on constant repeat

And you wish you could just press delete


It's a blessing of sorts to have

Video playback hardwired in your cranium

And it can be a curse

Well we all have those times we'd prefer to obliterate

Some try alcohol. To forget it all.

Take the pain away. Blur the memory.


Record. Rewind. Replay. Watch it

Over again; see the choices you should have made.

Record. Rewind. Replay. Relive

All of your greatest hits on constant repeat

And you wish you could just press delete


If you give me a choice

Then I'd rather have memory than face the alternative

Well the trick is to stick

To the times that you got it right, if you can swing it but

You're not in control, somewhere deep below

There's a masochist inside all of us


Record. Rewind. Replay. Watch it

Over again; see the choices you should have made.

Record. Rewind. Replay. Relive

All of your greatest hits on constant repeat

And you wish you could just press delete


bittersweet

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the Album Hearworms Jul 2019


When I saw you for the very first time

Took a chance and I asked you for a dance

Held you tight in the disco lights and I 

Knew right then that this was meant to be

I can still see your dancing eyes

I can still feel the love that I felt inside

You know I can't ever think of a better time

And I told you that I was coming after you


Called you up, asked you out, you were pleased

In the dark of the Odeon I squeezed your hand

Running wild, laughing loud, loving long

Finding out all about you and your favourite songs

Walking round in a summer daze

Gazing up at the stars of the Milky Way

I was amazed that you felt the same

And I told you that I was always there for you


Bought a ring, asked you if you would be

Interested in exclusivity?

Got a place and we made it our own, made a home

From a house and filled it with our family

Happy days as we learned and loved

Through the hard times and through the good

And I never once felt it wasn't enough

And I told you that I was so complete with you


Passing years flying by so fast

Kids are gone, we're alone at last

And I still feel the same as I did back then

And I told you that you meant everything to me


There's a space in the bed, there's a hole

There's a tear in my heart that I can't close

Sometimes I could swear that I hear you say

That I have to be strong, when you have gone away

No regrets and I know that it comes to us all

That in every life a little rain must fall

And I cherish the days and I still recall

When you told me that you loved me to the end

Loved me to the end

Loved me to the end


summer song

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the Album Hearworms Jul 2019


The world keeps spinning on it's course

Around the star that is our source

Of heat and light and endless good times

Passed through the equinox and life

Starts springing back into it's stride 

Emerging and we start to sing again


Changing seasons

Bringing reasons to be cheerful


Take pleasure in the summer weather

Drinking wine in the golden sunshine


I close my eyes and feel the kiss

Of sunlight dancing on my skin

I'm drifting, with the winter's lifting

A gentle breeze blows through my hair

The smell of cut grass on the air

I'm drinking, while the sun is sinking


Changing seasons

Bringing reasons to be cheerful


Take pleasure in the summer weather

Feeling fine in the golden sunshine


I love to spend an hour or two just

Staring up into the blue

Sunbathing, soaking up the rays and

These simple things can be the cure

To help you when you're feeling blue

Medication, well this is my prescription


Solar healing

Starlight feeling so much better


Take pleasure in the summer weather

Drinking wine in the golden sunshine


The world keeps spinning on it's course

Around the star that is our source

Of heat and light and endless good times

And so the Solstice brings the prize

Of longest day and shortest night

Enjoy it, as we start back round again


Solar healing

Starlight feeling so much better

Changing seasons

Bringing reasons to be cheerful


Take pleasure in the summer weather

Feeling fine, while the golden sun shines


sing along

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Allen Keys In The UK Sep 2019


Summer's coming, it's nearly time

To pack the tent, take a trip down the M5

Hidden in the folds of the Somerset hills

Temporary city, a valley full of thrills

I can't help it, it's getting closer

Feeling like a kid on a rollercoaster

It's a religion, it's an addiction

It keeps you going while you're going through the motions


Rain or shine, come what may

I'm coming home to my special place

Three whole days of happiness

Mud and dust and feeling blessed


Down at the Cider Bus, well I'm delirious

I'm living the dream (Living the dream)

And I can very nearly hear the sound of 


Fingers strumming, banging out a tune

Six strings humming on a sunny afternoon

Leave your problems blowing in the wind

Sing along and just forget about everything


I can't describe it; you have to try it

But I can tell you that there's nothing else like it

It's more than music, it's an emotion

Not just a party in a field near Pilton

Set up your tent, you've cracked a beer

You're chilling in the sun and suddenly you hear

A mighty roar going round the place

Two hundred thousand voices in a Mexican wave


Rain or shine, come what may

I'm coming home to my special place

Three whole days of happiness

Mud and dust and feeling blessed


Through Silver Hayes, past the Other Stage

Walk through the Glade and Green Fields

To Avalon  (Avalon)

And I can hear sound of Hobo Jones and


Fingers strumming, banging out a tune

Six strings humming on a sunny afternoon

Leave your problems blowing in the wind

Sing along and just forget about everything


And there's a place for everyone

For drum and bass and reggae sound systems

For rock and rollers, for Afro beats

For indie kids and hippy freaks

Take my advice, forget the programme

See what you find if you live in the moment

Just walk around and breathe in the sound

From the top of the hill when the sun goes down


Rain or shine, come what may

I'm coming home to my special place

Three whole days of happiness

Mud and dust and feeling blessed


Above The Park sitting in the dark

A million lights are shining 

And I'm taking a moment

Before I  head on up to Strummerville and


It doesn't matter, no one will judge ya

If you're a diva or a tone deaf groaner

Leave your problems blowing in the wind

Sing along and just forget about it

Fingers strumming, banging out a tune

Six strings humming on a sunny afternoon

Forget your problems, grab another beer

Sing along and get your happy for another year


we dare remove your rights

© Asbo Slipz 2019

From the album Allen Keys In The UK Sep 2019


Deep down in the Bible Belt, battle Flag and a Rebel Yell

Heart of Dixie beating hard, wWe fight for what is ours

Took the land from the Cherokee, fought the Yanks under General Lee

Lost Cause and a million dead, but we made the fields run red


Well we lost the war, and the slaves were emancipated

Jim Crow laws to keep the black man in his place by

Segregation: white power, white nation

Ku Klux Klan, we stand, we fight

We dare defend our rights


Catch my eye and I'll string you up son, strange fruit swinging in the sun

Take you down to the hanging tree if you should dare to question me

Godfearing protestants, strictly Old Testament

Eye for an eye for a jealous God, spoil the child if you spare the rod


But the world's been changing since the days of Doctor King

Marching feet been kicking doors down, making heat

Integration, moving like a glacier

We're still here, We stand, we fight

We dare defend our rights


Brave and pure thy men and women,

Better this than corn and wine

Make us worthy, God in Heaven

Of this goodly land of Thine.

Hearts as open as thy doorways.

Liberal hands and spirits free.

Alabama, Alabama

We will aye be true to thee!


Battle Flag and a Rebel Yell

Battle Flag and a Rebel Yell

Battle Flag and a Rebel Yell

Battle Flag and a Rebel Yell


Way down in the Southern Sun, Coosa Tallapoosa meet

Alabama river runs down through Old Montgomery

Pro life we defend the unborn, God's will thou shalt not kill

Unless of course you murder someone, then you can burn in hell


Twenty five white men, making laws for pregnant women

No exception, if you were raped then you're the problem

Felony for anyone who tries to help you

Liberal hands

We stand, we fight, we scratch, we bite

We dare remove your rights