THE BUSTERS [2019]

Joe Ibrahim / Richard Jung

Melodies creating memories
For my heart’s treasuries
And so much more to love
Histories, good news and mysteries
Bringing felicity
It made me glad, it made me go’
I turned on the radio

I remember
misery and splendor
I would know, would know where I would go

When I was down, I turned you on
You’d play a happy song
And you knew well how to make me sing
Now this song is for you

Melodies creating memories
For my heart’s treasuries
And so much more to love
Histories, good news and mysteries
Bringing felicity
It made me glad, it made me go’
I turned on the radio

Good news, bad news
Nobodies and ’who’s whos’
You had so much to say, so much to show

When I was low, you’d lift me up
And I could never get enough
Looks like these days you’ve gone out of style
but this song is for you

Melodies creating memories
For my heart’s treasuries
And so much more to love
Histories, good news and mysteries
Bringing felicity
It made me glad, it made me go’

You have younger sisters who
May look sexier than you
They don’t know half of what you do

Melodies creating memories
For my heart’s treasuries
And so much more to love
Histories, good news and mysteries
They bring felicity
They make me go!

Turn on the Radio!

Richard Jung

Take a look around you, open your eyes and understand
Medieval behavior in full action
People burning books down in Afghanistan
Goaded into doing so by the leading Taliban

Say that they’ve been told by their almighty one
Read it in the Torah, the Bible and Koran
And all the other books that are full of poison
To make good people act bad, it takes religion

Take a look around you, tell me, what do you see?
People turning bad!
Take a look around you, tell me, what do you see?
The world is going mad!

What’s state the of the union, the state of the nation?
One nation under god, that’s how you get your salvation
Propagating slavery and genital mutilation
While homosexuality is an abomination

Read it from Genesis right up to Revelation
Unconditional love with a lot of obligation
Down there at the station, another detonation
Medieval behavior in full operation

Take a look around you, tell me, what do you see?
People turning bad!
Take a look around you, tell me, what do you see?
The world is going mad!

Sons of gods, get the hell outta here!
Talking ’bout love, and spreading fear
Wouldn’t it be good if they all disappeared?
Sons of gods, get the hell outta here!

Has the world gone mad? Has the world gone mad?
Has the world gone mad? Has the world gone mad?
Has the world gone mad? Has the world gone mad?
Has the world gone mad? Has the world gone mad?

Take a look around you, tell me, what do you see?
People turning bad!
Take a look around you, tell me, what do you see?
The world is going mad!

Rob Solomon / Stefan Breuer

See those guys on the steering wheel
There’s not a shadow of a doubt
They know the road, they know the car
They know what’s all about

Important expressions when they tell you
What counts and what is sacred
Take a closer look and you will see
The emperors are naked

Naked as a baby when you take away the diaper,
They let you do the struggling and pretend that they are fighters,
They’re taking what you’re giving, they’ll always make a living
From acting like they’re great, yes, they’ve got it made

It’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff
It’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff
It’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff
It’s a bluff,
It’s a bluff
It’s a bluff

Have you ever felt like you’re not cool enough
To keep up with the strong ones?
They sit right on your shoulders
While you hit their home-runs

Winning smiles, but when no one’s watching
You can feel their elbows
They have the nerve to mock you
Yes, they know which way the wind blows

Blowing like a blizzard and you’ve got the hard part
To build their castles with the power of your muscles,
They look neat as a pin, their suits are extra slim,
They are ready for the show, they make the wind blow

It’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff
It’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff
It’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff, it’s a bluff
It’s a bluff,
It’s a bluff
It’s a bluff

Stefan Breuer

Late at night or in the bright sun at noon
You can hear an ancient melody
Nostalgic and simple, a bit out of tune
With a choir of morons singing harmony

Angry and white, with no reason for pride
Hateful and pale – terrified males
Their minds are brown and they love the sound
Of the Barbie-haired trickster when he melts down

Lunatics in monster trucks
Swastikas on coffee mugs
White old men are going nuts
Full speed backwards on the rocks
MAGA hats and walking frames
Old ideas and cybergames
This ain’t glory, this is shame
It’s ’32 again!

The song is simple, it’s called ’we or the others’,
An old traditional that never made sense
They sing without thinking and none of them bother
Declaring murder as self-defense

Deniers of science who think they are clients
Of billionaires that don’t really care
For true people’s needs, sowing the seeds
for profits and war, they don’t care for peace

Lunatics in monster trucks
Swastikas on coffee mugs
White old men are going nuts
Full speed backwards on the rocks
MAGA hats and walking frames
Old ideas and cybergames
This ain’t glory, this is shame
It’s ’32 again!

Lunatics…

Joe Ibrahim / Richard Jung

Watch the zombies come out at night
Rotten brains full of foul ideas
Glassy eyes, what an ugly sight
And the funky stench of a thousand years

Glorifying a hueless past
With only grey and black and white
But some things are not meant to last
Boy, it looks like their future is not too bright

More love – we're stronger
More colors, lasting much, much longer
More life – more fun
Let me tell you that our colors don't run

More love – together
We are more, we can make it better, now
Don't be afraid, hey, we are more
More love – together
We are more, we can make it better, now
With open arms and an open door
And an open door!

Angry puppets and un-succeeders
Do you think that you will do well
When you follow some twisted leaders
And believe in all the lies they tell?

Heavy hearts full of hate and fear
Lost the beat and got out of time
March away, till you disappear
Go find your reason, go find your rhyme

More love – we're stronger
More colors, lasting much, much longer
More life – more fun
Let me tell you that our colors don't run

More love – together
We are more, we can make it better, now
Don't be afraid, hey, we are more
More love – together
We are more, we can make it better, now
With open arms and an open door
And an open door!

More love, more life
Get together, fight the struggle and strife
More life, more love
Together inna unity when push comes to shove

Join hands, rub shoulders inna one unity
Many tones come together for a sweet harmony
Mi no matter color, gender, age, or nationality
Join hands, rub shoulders inna one unity

More love – together
We are more, we can make it better, now
Don't be afraid, hey, we are more
More love – together
We are more, we can make it better, now
With open arms and an open door
And an open door!

Richard Jung

In the days of expectations
When I had no cause for doubt
I would make my observations
And I had it figured out

But the road seemed long and dreary
Mountains used to be so tall
And I feared I might get weary
And I feared I’d skip and fall

All the things that used to matter
Most of them I can’t recall
All those monuments were shattered
This is fall

Life was lush and it was spring
And you said you’d never leave
There were elegies to sing
Nowadays I hardly grieve

Oh, I used to be so certain
About things I scarce recall
I can almost see that curtain
Almost hear the final call

And it seems the day’s been shortened
Is there anything at all
Left of things that were important?
This is fall

Joe Ibrahim / Richard Jung / Stephan Keller

I had many good intentions
I had some advice to share
I had some concerns to mention
It's easy to see how much I cared

Where have we gone?
Something went wrong

My road to hell – I never wanted to
Never could tell – I never had a clue
My road to hell
Too late to make a change
It's much too late to turn back now

Good wishes and desires
I planned only for the best
Looks like I played with fire
It's easy to see that I've made some mess

Where have we gone?
Something went wrong...

My road to hell – I never wanted to
Never could tell – I never had a clue
My road to hell
Too late to make a change
It's much too late to turn back now

My road to hell – I never wanted to
Never could tell – I never had a clue
My road to hell
Too late to make a change
It's much too late to turn back now

Richard Jung

I don’t know what’s going through their mind
Armies of the blind led by the blind
And they think they never will get hit
As we watch them fall into the pit

Street kids unite!
Turn on the light
Know what is right

Street kids unite!
Tonight is the night
Ready for a fight

Born to be fierce
Tear, shred and pierce
Born to be fierce
Never give up, never give up, never give in!

They try to terrorize us, but we’re strong
Yes, we know that sometimes right is wrong
Unity is strength, we’re done with hate
Speaking out before it is too late

Street kids unite!
Turn on the light
Know what is right

Street kids unite!
Tonight is the night
Ready for a fight

Born to be fierce
Tear, shred and pierce
Born to be fierce
Never give up, never give up, never give in!

Born to be fierce
Tear, shred and pierce
Born to be fierce
Never give up, never give up, never give in!

Stefan Breuer / Richard Jung

What’s my life gonna be like
What can I see in the crystal ball?
Who can I ask to keep the promise?
Is there a promise at all?

I was taught what I need to know
To survive in a civilization
A job and a house are guaranteed
You just need to work and be patient

You’re too late, the party’s over
We can hire you for a year
It’s our world, we won’t move over
Please don’t spoil the atmosphere

What’s my life gonna be like
What can I see in the crystal ball?
Who can I ask to keep the promise?
Is there a promise at all?

All my skills always work out fine
In a world with subways and highways
But if I have to swim to my job
I’ll be late even using the byways

You’re too late, the party’s over
Enjoy the next 65 years
It’s our world, we won’t move over
Please don’t spoil the atmosphere

What’s my life gonna be like
What can I see in the crystal ball?
Who can I ask to keep the promise?
Is there a promise at all?

We guess you`re too emotional
Leave it to professionals
No, you shouldn’t lose your nerves
When we’re drowning planet earth
Big money’s gonna get things done
Maybe not for everyone

Come close your eyes, come turn down the light
Then you can keep all the things in your sight
When nothing is left, then nothing is right
Just don’t get uptight, it’s a fact you can’t fight

Let them lead you up the garden path and take you by the hand
Let them show you the way to the promised land
Life is what happens while you’re busy making plans
Move over, leave the fast lane to the big businessman

’Just take it easy, just play it cool
Just obey and abide by the rules’
You’ll be fine when you’re plied like a tool’
I say: promise is a comfort to a fool!

So, come close your eyes, come turn down the light
Then you can keep all the things in your sight
When nothing is left, then nothing is right
Just don’t get uptight, it’s a fact you can’t fight

Richard Jung

Shalala bang, shalalalala bang bang
Shalala bang, shalalalala bang
Shalala bang, shalalalala bang bang
Shalala bang, shalalalala bang

We bust a style, yes, we bust a style
We bust a style and we bust it versatile
We bust a style, yes, we bust a style
We bust a style, yes, we bust a style

Inna mathematics you have One Two Three
Inna di alphabet you have A B C
Inna di music you have Do Re Mi
But when it come to Ska we have the new stylee

Mek we tek it likkle further, count to four five six
Di bass set di base and di drums set di kicks
Pon top a dat, x-amount a horns licks
Dat’s when we bust in with some new brand lyrics

Shalala bang, shalalalala bang bang
Shalala bang, shalalalala bang
Shalala bang, shalalalala bang bang
Shalala bang, shalalalala bang

Hear di Busters come around haffi bust a style
Di people rally round haffi bust a style
They know what’s going down haffi bust a style
Uptown, downtown must bust a style

Ska and ragamuffin inna combination
Sit deh pon top a di beat, mi sit deh pon top a di version
Sit deh pon top a di riddim, like antenna pon a van
Di band is getting hotter dan a hegg inna frying pan

Busters come a dance deh inna style an fashion
Old school goodness with a different pattern
Bust disya riddim like a new brand second hand
People come together and get inna action

Come on, come on, come on, come on, boys
Come on, come on, come on, come on, girls
Come on, come on, come on, come on, people
Come on, come on, come on

Bust a style, all di while, man you know it is a must
Inna fi mi skills, man mi know mi put mi trust
Kiss Kitty K.Y. minus plus
A rudebway come test, and a nex one bite di dust

Rudebway tek a warn, never bother upper crust
We de ya tan tall, going strong an robust
Wi shine and wi criss, we na gwain catch no rust
A style we a go fiya, yes a style we a go bust

We bust a style, yes, we bust a style
We bust a style and we bust it versatile
We bust a style, yes, we bust a style
We bust a style, yes, we bust a style

Shalala bang, shalalalala bang bang
Shalala bang, shalalalala bang
Shalala bang, shalalalala bang bang
Shalala bang, shalalalala bang

Inna mathematics you have One Two Three
Inna di alphabet you have A B C
Inna di music you have Do Re Mi
But when it come to Ska we have the new stylee

Mek we tek it likkle further, count to four five six
Di bass set di base and di drums set di kicks
Pan top a dat, x-amount a horns licks
Dat’s when we bust in with some new brand lyrics

We bust a style, yes, we bust a style 2x
We bust a style and we bust it versatile
We bust a style, yes, we bust a style
We bust a style, yes, we bust a style

Hear di Busters come around haffi bust a style
Di people rally round haffi bust a style
They know what’s going down haffi bust a style
Uptown, downtown must bust a style

Come on, come on, come on, come on, boys
Come on, come on, come on, come on, girls
Come on, come on, come on, come on, people
Come on, come on, come on, come again!

Come on, come on, come on, come on, boys
Come on, come on, come on, come on, girls
Come on, come on, come on

Rob Solomon / Richard Jung

Went to see Big Mama
Tried to get a buck
Told her my best story
How I was out of luck

And she would get her money back
When the deal is done
She looked me right into the eye and said
’Listen to me, son!’

No one fools Big Mama
You can’t rope her in
She won’t fall for you at all
So, don’t even begin

No one fools Big Mama
She will call you out
She knows it all, she’s on the ball
I can’t fool her, you can’t fool her, we can’t fool her
He, she, it, nor they can fool her, she knows what you’re about

’Don’t piss down my back
And tell me that it rains
Don’t you pull a stunt on me;
You think I ain’t got brains?

Now, here is some advice for you:
Keep your cheap tricks up your sleeve
You don’t know who you’re dealing with
You don’t know me from Eve!’

No one fools Big Mama
You can’t rope her in
She won’t fall for you at all
So, don’t even begin

No one fools Big Mama
She will call you out
She knows it all, she’s on the ball
I can’t fool her, you can’t fool her, we can’t fool her
He, she, it, nor they can fool her, she knows what you’re about

No one fools Big Mama
You can’t rope her in
She won’t fall for you at all
So, don’t even begin

No one fools Big Mama
She will call you out
She knows it all, she’s on the ball
I can’t fool her, you can’t fool her, we can’t fool her
He, she, it, nor they can fool her, she knows what you’re about

Stefan Breuer

Some lose their nerves in a traffic jam
And some can't stay cool while others can
Some lose their temper cos they're white and you're not
To some getting angry is all they've got
Some feel good scaling you down
Some even elect an orange clown

Real Gentlemen got taste
Real Gentlemen got style
Real Gentlemen use a good melody
And will move you once in a while

Some burn crosses late at night looking like ghosts
Grown men in bed sheets, dressed to boast
Some are wielding knives to have a virgin in their arms
Style seems to be out of style
Should we be alarmed?
It's not cool to be hyperphonic
I recommend a swinging tune, and a gin and tonic

Real Gentlemen got taste
Real Gentlemen got style
Real Gentlemen use a good melody
And will move you once in a while
Real Gentlemen stay cool
Real Gentlemen don't shout
Real Gentlemen have no mess on their heads
And they never, never, never, ever act out

Stefan Breuer

Memento mori in the mirror
Time flies when you're not having fun
You give it all and you get zero
When your so-called life is done

Get your share before it’s out of reach
The world is a dancefloor, and life is a beach

Have a blast, don't be the last
Get loose while you lose your mind
Let yourself go in Soho and Bordeaux
Let's go crazy!
Move your meat, you don't need a seat
It ain't bad to lose your head
Get in shape while you go ape
Let's go crazy

Beware the mummies in the subway
And the zombies on the job, they are contagious
they have a party every leap day
But we are so vivacious and salacious

Get your share before it's out of reach
The world is a dancefloor, and life is a beach

Have a blast, don't be the last
Get loose while you lose your mind
Let yourself go in Soho and Bordeaux
Let's go crazy!
Move your meat, you don't need a seat
It ain't bad to lose your head
Get in shape while you go ape
Let's go crazy

Have a blast, don't be the last
Get loose while you lose your mind
Let yourself go in Soho and Bordeaux
Let's go crazy!
Move your meat, you don't need a seat
It ain't bad to lose your head
Get in shape while you go ape
Let's go crazy

Have a blast’

Joe Ibrahim / Stefan Breuer

Life was good till without a single warning
You showed up and it started to get boring
You told me that you had some good advice
To refine my looks, my playing and my voice
I'm outta style, sorry, that's the way you see things
I play too loud, only Rock'n'Roll, no feeling
I could be cooler with a bowler hat
And dye myself blond or maybe shave my head

Lie to me, lie to me
You see me thankless
For your unsought frankness
Lie to me, Lie to me
Cos I don't give a damn
For your candid spam

What I sing is a torture for musicians
No one would hear me without an electrician
My whole appearance is embarrassing
Singing songs in Spanish, that would be a thing
You're afraid when you see me in Lonsdale
My shirts and hoodies look like they're bought wholesale
You say it's your vocation to speak your mind
For the benefit of all mankind

Lie to me, lie to me
You see me thankless
For your unsought frankness
Lie to me, lie to me
Cos I don't give a damn
For your candid spam

Now you sit and cry and ask me why I'm being rude?
The truth is, dude: you are the dog - and I'm the moon!

Lie to me, lie to me
You see me thankless
For your unsought frankness
Lie to me, lie to me
Cos I don't give a damn
For your candid spam

Rob Solomon / Stefan Breuer

Technicolor dreams
Fantasies so sweet
I?m drowning in the sea
The sea of green

Feels like coming home
Right where I belong
Boundless vastness in
The deepest of all springs

Green eyes, blue skies
Green eyes, blue skies

Lakes of mystery
Jump in, and you will see
A world beyond this world
Instantly unblurred

Meadows in the sun
Take a breath and run
The wind beneath your arms
Feels good and warm

Green eyes, blue skies
Green eyes, blue skies

Soulful emeralds
See the face of Skuld
Innocent and wise
You?ll be hypnotized

Green eyes, blue skies
Green eyes, blue skies
Green eyes, blue skies