Supersonic Scratch [2014]



Supersonic Scratch

Einmal wenden bitte! Die Busters, das lebende Beispiel für Oldschool und Vintage am Puls der Zeit, legen noch eine Schippe drauf: nach der grade erschienenen CD „Supersonic Eskalator“ nun also 10 zusätzliche Tracks, die die Vinyl-Party knistern lassen!

(p) & © 2014 Offbeat Revolution

Produced by The Busters
Recorded by Stephan Keller and Rob Solomon
Recording studio: Trick Studio Rauenberg
A1-A4 and B1-B4 mixed by Stephan Keller
Brass recording at Solomon Studio
A5 and B5 mixed by Richie Alexander
Mastered by Immanuel Sickmüller, www.basstelstube.de



Tracks

1.

Sitting around, making up my mind
What things to do, what job to find
Could sit right down and make a plan
Could finish all the things that I began

Could get in my car
I could travel real far
Or go to a bar
Get F.U.B.A.R.

Learn to play the guitar
And be a big star
And light a cigar
At the Alcazar

I know that - good things - come to those who wait
It’s just that - good things - sometimes are just a little late
I know that - good things - come to those who wait
Let me tell you that - good things - are already at the gate

Could get in my car
I could travel real far
Or go to a bar
Get F.U.B.A.R.

Learn to play the guitar
And be a big star
And light a cigar
At the Alcazar

I know that - good things - come to those who wait
It’s just that - good things - sometimes are just a little late
I know that - good things - come to those who wait
Let me tell you that - good things - are already at the gate

[M: Markus Schramhauser – L: Richard Jung]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)

2.

Drinking holes honky tonks and shebeens
From now on must do without me
Dive bars will close down cause I’m no more around
Say good bye to a sick friend that’s now getting sound

No more messin’ around 3x
Three times a week I work overtime
With my secretary named Carolyne
No more messin’ around, messin’ around

Rabble and vermin, lowlifes and riffraff
Ragtag and bobtail and common folks
Populace and shady characters
There’s one missing now who don’t miss you at all

No more messin’ around 3x
Me and some customers have business dinners
And the fun we have is not for beginners
No more messin’ around, messin’ around

No more dawdlers and layabouts,gun molls and doxies
Streetwise and shrewd, sleekit and foxy
Hustlers and knaves, rascals and crooks
Bookies that never really read a book

A warm meal ev’ry day, a steady job, my bills are paid
Always in time and never late, car wash and sex on Saturdays

No more messin’ around 3x
The tax can’t take anything from me
My wife owns it all, it’s a tragedy
No more messin’ around 3x
The Caymans? I only know crocodiles
Ok, search my house, you won’t find any files
No more messin’ around, messin’ around

[M & L: Stefan Breuer]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)

3.

There's a state of mind, that you can't describe
If you don't know it, you've never spent a night
Hangin' out with the boys, hangin' out with the boys
You say what you think, and if it's nothing at all
We don't give a damn, no we don't care at all
Hangin' out with the boys, hangin' out with the boys

Life is simple and there's no room for complications
Good jokes, good drinks, good fun
That's our favourite combination

Hangin' out with the boys 4x

Sophistication's got one day off
Sometimes we might act a little rough
Hangin' out with the boys, hangin' out with the boys
But when it comes to the point, when you need a friend
Smart advices and beer will never come to an end
Hangin' out with the boys, hangin' out with the boys

Life is simple and there's no room for complications
Good jokes, good drinks, good fun
That's our favourite combination

Hangin' out with the boys (hangin' out with the boys) 4x

Our language is the same all over the world
Good jokes, good drinks, good fun
Understanding without words

Hangin' out with the boys (hangin' out with the boys) 8x

[M & L: Stefan Breuer et al.]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)

4.

This is the Task Force
The Task Force
Task Force
This is the Task Force

No FBI, CIA
No CSI, this ain’t no piece of pie!

This is the Task Force
Task Force

Ladies and gents
Boys and girls
The Task Force is here
To save the world

This is the Task Force
Task Force
The Task Force

You might have heard about the FBI
LA / Miami CSI
The Special Forces, CIA
NYPD and NSA
You might have heard, you might have seen
Investigation on the crime scene
But here we come and we are boss
The first in line, so do not cross!

Task Force
This is the Task Force
Task Force
Task Force
Task Force

[M: Stephan Keller – L: Richard Jung]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)

5.

[M: Stefan Breuer – L: Richard Jung]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)

6.

Wham! Bam! Mon chat “Splash”
Gît sur mon lit a bouffé sa langue en buvant trop d’mon whisky
Quant à moi peu dormi, vidé, brimé
J'ai dû dormir dans la gouttière
Ou j'ai eu un flash
En quatre couleurs

Allez hop! Un matin une louloute est v´nue chez-moi
Poupée de cellophane, cheveux chinois
Un sparadrap, une gueule de bois
A bu ma bière dans un grand verre en caoutchouc
Comme un indien dans son igloo

Ça plane pour moi ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi moi moi moi moi
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi

Allez hop! La nana, quel panard! Quelle vibration!
De s'envoyer sur le paillasson limée, ruinée, vidée, comblée
“You are the King of the divan!”
Qu'elle me dit en passant
I am the King of the divan

Ça plane pour moi ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi moi moi moi moi
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi

Allez hop, allez hop, oui, oui, ma chérie
When mi come fi mash it up inna di new stylee
Come fi mash it world wide inna every country
Inna London, Berlin and even in gay Paris
Pon di divan mattress dem a spread out already
Dem a bawl out fi di don, sey dem a bawl out fi me

Love it like French Toast

Allez hop! Ma nana s'est tirée, s'est barrée
Enfin c'est marre, a tout cassé
L'evier, le bar me laissant seul
Comme un grand connard
Le pied dans le plat

Ça plane pour moi ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi moi moi moi moi
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi ça plane pour moi
Ça plane pour moi moi moi moi moi

[M: Lou Deprijck – L: Yves Lacomblez / © by R.K.M. / Universal Music Publishing GmbH]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)

7.

Spit out by an airplane dressed up like clowns
We visited Desorden Publico’s hometown
Toasted and well done, after 10 minutes in the sun
We watched the daily struggle and guess what, we saw a gun

See the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen
Where oxygene costs more than gasoline

Desorden Publico’s playing in Castellana
And we are ready for a Caracas Rumba
My spanish is weak, what means hasta manana?
See you all at the Caracas Rumba

Everybody’s skanking on the plaza
Have a good time at the Caracas Rumba
Hot and spicy like caribbean salsa
Don’t burn your lips at the Caracas Rumba

We were hooked by these charming, fast speaking folks
They kept our hearts warm and the cuba libre cold
The music was playing by day and by night
We moved to the groove and the feeling was right

See the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen
Where oxygene costs more than gasoline

CHORUS

Lalalala lalalala lalala - it takes eleven to tango
Lalalala lalalala la - chachacha chachacha
Lalalala lalalala lalala - it takes eleven to tango
Lalalala lalalala la - chachacha chachacha

CHORUS

[M & L: Stefan Breuer]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)

8.

I used to be on top of things
Been up there with knights and kings
I’ve had my say, had it my way
Each and every day

All has changed now you’re around
You turned the whole world upside down
Nothing is the same, since you came
Into my night, and it feels right

I’ve got no control at all
And I’m lovin’ it, oh I’m lovin’ it
I’ve got no control at all

For the better, for the worse
It’s a blessing, it’s a curse
I could quit if I wanted
But I don’t

I’ve got no control at all
It’s good to feel like when I was small
I’m your baby boy
I am your toy, you bring me joy

I’ve got no control at all
And I’m lovin’ it, oh I’m lovin’ it
I’ve got no control at all

[M: Mathias Demmer – L: Richard Jung]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)

9.

Put on your red dress and put on your smile
I will knock on your door in a little while
It don’t take much to get ready
For a summernight

We’ll sit on the roof, the white wine is cold
And your little hand is all I wanna hold
Sounds like a good beginning
For a summernight

We listen to Derrick Morgan and also Laurel Aitken
And we’re so happy about, the chance, that we are taking

Let’s go outside and feel alright
On a summernight
It feels so nice to be alive
On a summernight

Tonight the sun is shining and we get our share
Of the sweet, sweet love that’s in the air
You’d better take a breath
Of this summernight

And when the piglets sing „Johnny Reggae“
The neighbourhood is getting ready
To come over and share the vibes
Of this summernight

We listen to Derrick Morgan and also Laurel Aitken
And we’re so happy about, the chance, that we are taking

CHORUS

[M & L: Stefan Breuer]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)

10.

Now whether summer day or summer night
I man a come ya so fi tell dem right
Tell dem di right from wrong as I would try to specify, yeah yeah
Original sinting com back again as I would try to say
Shall I compare thee to a summer day?
When I man a come pon di case again
Tell it to your friend dem and your family dem, yeah yeah
Cyah dis a hotter night!

Now mi say hotter, hotter
Say di night a gettin hotter
Hotter, hotter
Mi say hotter an hotter
Hotter, hotter
Di night a gettin hotter
Like everything else never matter

Say hotter than the burning ring of fire, hey
Hotter than a burning desire, woy
Hotter than your pants full a pepper, ey
Mi come in just like a hot stepper, right

Hotter, hotter
Mi say di night a gettin hotter
Hotter, hotter
Mi say hotter an hotter
Like everything else never matter, hey
Nothing else, mi say a never matter, right

Shall I compare thee to a summer day?
Shall I compare thee, as Shakespeare would say
Likkle gyal, mi say you cyaan fade away
Summer must come after the month of may
Mi look inna yuh eyes and what more can I say?
Shall I compare thee to a summer day?
Ey, no way, becah a no summer day
A summer night as I would really try to specify

I man compare thee to a summer night
Just look to the skies, what a beautiful sight
Where the moon and the stars they all shine so bright
Say what a beautiful sight
No need to struggle and fight, eh

Say what a beautiful sight
Say in a hot summer night
A mi say dat and mi nah gwain tek back chat

Hotter, hotter
Mi say di night a gettin hotter
Hotter, hotter
Mi say hotter an hotter
Hotter, hotter
Mi say di night is gettin hotter
Hotter like everything else never matter

Like burning ring of fire
And a burning desire
And di pants full a pepper, come in like a hot stepper
As I would really like to tell you, yeah yeah

Original sinting com back again
Tell it to your friend dem
An while we jam it pon di version
Hotter, hotter, hotter, hotter, hotter, hotter, hotter

Like a burning desire
Like mi have fire ants inna mi pants

Hotter, hotter
Mi say di night a gettin hotter

Hotter, hotter
Like everything else never matter

Summer night, say dis a summer night
Mi look inna di sky and di stars shine so bright
Summer night, bway, disya summer night
Where mi come inna di night and mi a jam it all night
When mi come fi jam it ya ’so, jam it left, center and right
When mi come fi mash it up , mi mash it like a dandimite
Say anywhere me go, and anywhere mi so
Mi a di star fi di show as I would really try to tell you

Hotter night, fly high like a kite
Hotter night, original sinting come back again

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Shall I compare thee, as Shakespeare would say
Say, hear likkle gyal, say you cyaan fade away
Like summer must come after the month of may

Look into eye and what more can I say?

Yes, you know

Hotter, hotter...

[M: Stefan Breuer, Richard Jung – L: Richard Jung]

Release: "Supersonic Scratch" (album)