THE BUSTERS

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