Text:
(Intro Jungle noise from animals)
Verse 1
Out in the jungle, ripe fruits abound,
The scent of the marula draws critters ‘round.
Elephants stumble, chimps laugh and sway,
On fermented fruit, they dance the day away.

Chorus
Watch out for the lions while you're sipping that sweet,
They’re not here for a drink, but something to eat!
Nature’s happy hour, it’s wild and it’s free,
Just don’t drink too much if you still wanna flee!

Verse 2
Birds in the trees and bees in the hive,
Can’t handle the buzz, but man, they feel alive.
Berries gone sour, the whole forest knows,
One sip too many, and down they go!

(Guitar-solo)

Bridge
'Cause a little taste is fun, but too much is a mess,
With a dizzy head and feathers to press.
Keep your wits sharp, don’t let it control,
Or you’ll end up as a snack down nature’s stroll!

Outro
So here’s to the creatures who toast in the wild,
Living it up, untamed and riled.
Take it easy, stay sharp, or you might just be
A merry meal for the whole food chain tree!

Jungle Juice Blues

Text:
(loud) You are a Schwachkopf..... oooohhhhhhyehrrr
(Verse 1)
You stand up high on your polished throne,
But throw a tantrum when words are thrown.
"Simple folks, they must comply!"
Or face the courts for asking "Why?"

(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, the irony's sharp, like a blade on skin,
You protect your pride, but the cracks begin.

(Chorus)
Not for the people, but against their voice,
Crushing dissent as your weapon of choice.
"Schwachkopf" is art, not a crime to defend,
Are we losing our freedom in the bitter end?

(loud) You are a Schwachkopf..... oooohhhhhhyehrrr
(Verse 2)
"Opinions? Sure, but only sweet."
No space for the sour on the ruling elite.
A Schwarzkopf ad turns to satirical gold,
But instead of laughing, your grip takes hold.

(Pre-Chorus)
Where's the line between thin and thick skin?
When truth feels sharp, the trials begin.

(Chorus)
Not for the people, but against their voice,
Crushing dissent as your weapon of choice.
"Schwachkopf" is art, not a crime to defend,
Are we losing our freedom in the bitter end?

(loud) You are a Schwachkopf..... oooohhhhhhyehrrr
(Bridge)
So here's to the critics, the satirical knights,
Who paint the absurd in lyrical lights.
If words are the weapons, let’s sharpen our wit,
The courtrooms can’t handle the punches we’ll hit.

(Guitar-solo)

(Chorus)
Not for the people, but against their voice,
Crushing dissent as your weapon of choice.
"Schwachkopf" is art, not a crime to defend,
Are we losing our freedom in the bitter end?

(Outro)
Oh, dear leader, with power so vast,
Your fragile pride breaks oh-so-fast.
The people won't bow, they'll always say,
Truth rings louder than laws today.

Schwachkopf Against the People

Text:
(Intro)
(Dump:) Yo, Smart, pack ya bags, bro. No more Mexican tacos in New York. Mexico’s shut its damn border. Trump says so, and my man never lies.

(Smart:) Uh, Dump, lemme guess... you got that nugget of wisdom from your "totally reliable" source?

(Dump:) Twitter! Straight from the top. Said they slammin’ the gates shut. Ain’t no more tamales or tequila comin’ through, man.

(Smart:) Okay, first off, Dump, Mexico literally just denied that. They said Trump's talkin’ outta his... alternative facts.

(Dump:) Yo, what? They lyin’?

(Smart:) Nah, Dump, Trump’s the one playin’ fast and loose with the truth, like always. Mexico ain't closin’ squat.

(Dump:) Yo, but Stallone said Trump’s like George freakin' Washington! You gonna argue with Rocky?

(Smart:) Hahaha Oh, here we go. Dump, Washington crossed the Delaware. Trump couldn’t even cross Fifth Avenue without Twitter fingers goin’ wild.

(Dump:) Stallone knows presidents, man. He was in Rambo!

(Smart:) Rambo’s not a historian, you walnut. And Stallone comparing Trump to Washington is like me saying you're the Einstein of nacho-eatin’.


(Dump:) Aight, Smart, I’ll give you that one. But... if Trump ain't like Washington, who he like then?

(Smart:) More like... PT Barnum. Master of the circus, sellin’ people dreams that don’t exist.

(Dump:) Aight, bro. Enough beefin’. You rollin’?

(Smart:) Man, I ain't fightin' with you sober about no Stallone-Trump-Washington nonsense.

(Both smoke Smoke noise)

(Guitar-solo)

(Dump: laughing hard) Hahahahaha Yo, PT Barnum though? That’s savage, bro.

(Smart:) And you thought Mexico was closin’ its gates like we in a zombie movie!

(Dump:) “Taco Apocalypse 2024!”

(They both laughing.) Hahahahahaha

Smart & Dump: The Great Mexican Border Hoax

Text:
(Verse 1)
They say no more Indianer, it’s not okay,
But ask a Sioux, and he’ll say, “I’m fine, no way!”
Winnetou ain’t a crime, but here’s the deal,
In Germany it’s banned—what’s the big appeal?

Say Gypsy Schnitzel, oh, the horror unfolds,
But all I taste is spices, not stories untold.
Who decides these rules, who makes the decree?
A faceless board of "virtue"? A mystery to me.

(Chorus)
Oh, words we can’t say, but who’s keeping score?
Every day there’s fewer, can’t keep track anymore.
Black, white, brown—what’s the fuss all about?
When respect’s from the heart, words shouldn’t be a doubt.

(Verse 2)
In the hood, they say N-word—and it’s all cool,
But if I say it back, I’m breaking the rule.
A Schwarzes Brett becomes a Pinnwand today,
But it’s still just a board, where your notes can stay.

Out of Africa, we all came, it’s true,
So hating black folks? That’s self-hate too!
Can’t love Tchaikovsky ‘cause Putin’s insane?
Mixing politics and art is just a losing game.

(Chorus)
Oh, words we can’t say, but who’s keeping score?
Every day there’s fewer, can’t keep track anymore.
Black, white, brown—what’s the fuss all about?
When respect’s from the heart, words shouldn’t be a doubt.

(Bridge)
Who sits in their chair, deciding these lines?
Making rules for our mouths, while the world declines.
Do they ask the people, whose words they erase?
Or just rewrite history to fit their embrace?

(Verse 3)
No Eskimo Pies, they’re Inuit Treats,
But the ice tastes the same—it’s still just sweets.
Say Mankind no longer, it’s Humankind,
But isn’t that just splitting hairs in our minds?

You ban the words, but what about hate?
You can’t legislate hearts, it’s never too late.
Fix the systems, not phrases, it’s clear,
Real change isn’t made by the words you fear.

(Guitar-solo)

(Chorus)
Oh, words we can’t say, but who’s keeping score?
Every day there’s fewer, can’t keep track anymore.
Black, white, brown—what’s the fuss all about?
When respect’s from the heart, words shouldn’t be a doubt.


Words We Can’t Say

Text:
(Verse 1)
Four forces align, a delicate dance,
Gravity pulls, gives the atoms their chance.
Electrons bound in a perfect embrace,
A universe forged, a habitable place.

The Moon was born from a violent blow,
Theia kissed Earth, and the tides began to flow.
A ring once circled where Luna now shines,
Balancing Earth with its steadying lines.

(Chorus)
Oh, how much chance does it take to be?
A lottery won across eternity.
A billion to one, the odds seem so slim,
Yet here we stand, on the edge of the rim.

(Verse 2)
Chaos in space, a cosmic ballet,
Earth’s molten skin found its cool, steady way.
Water arrived on a comet's tail,
A blue pearl emerged where life would prevail.

The Sun’s gentle warmth, not too close, not too far,
Goldilocks zone under every bright star.
A shield of a magnet, a breath we can share,
An impossible chance in the vastness out there.

(Chorus)
Oh, how much chance does it take to be?
A lottery won across eternity.
A billion to one, the odds seem so slim,
Yet here we stand, on the edge of the rim.

(Bridge)
Every atom, every star, every moonlit tide,
A story of chaos and laws that collide.
From stardust we came, through fire and ice,
The cost of existence, an unfathomable price.

(Guitar-solo)

(Chorus)
Oh, how much chance does it take to be?
A lottery won across eternity.
A billion to one, the odds seem so slim,
Yet here we stand, on the edge of the rim.

(Outro)
So here’s to the Moon, and the stars above,
To cosmic coincidence and the power of love.
A fragile blue world in an endless sea,
The rarest of miracles: you and me.

Cosmic Coincidence

Original from Beatles

Text:
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
(Verse 1)
You’ve forgotten the song, now you're standing tall,
But you can’t see the truth behind the wall.
You think you can fight, you think you can win,
But it’s love, not hate, that breaks the spin.
It’s easy.

No reason to fear, no need to run,
It’s not too late, the war is done.
What we all need is right in front of our eyes,
It’s time to realize.

(Chorus)
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be undone
Nothing you can hate that can't be loved
Nothing you can shout, but you can learn to run
All you need is love, that’s the truth we’ve spun

(Verse 2)
You’ve been told to fight, but you’ve lost the way,
There’s no need for violence, there’s a better way.
What’s meant to divide, let it be united,
It’s love that ignites what’s always been invited.
It’s easy.

Nothing you can win, but you can learn to lose,
It’s not about taking, it’s what you choose.
It’s time to heal what we’ve torn apart,
Love’s the only place to start.

(Chorus)
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be undone
Nothing you can hate that can't be loved
Nothing you can shout, but you can learn to run
All you need is love, that's the truth we've spun

(Guitar-solo)

All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
All you need is love (all together now!)
All you need is love (everybody!)
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
Yesterday (love is all you need)
Oh (love is all you need)
(Love is all you need)
(Love is all you need)

Love, love, love Remake

Text:
Verse 1:
In a room where echoes softly played,
A teacher’s hand showed where paths were laid.
Small hands, precise, like a whispered breeze,
Gliding over ivory seas.

Improvisation, wild and free,
Clashed with the structure she gave to me.
Two worlds apart, yet one the same,
A love for music, a burning flame.

Chorus:
Discipline shapes the soul to rise,
Freedom adds the endless skies.
In the balance, music lives,
A gift that both take and give.

Verse 2:
Berlin nights brought a changing tune,
Under stars and a hopeful moon.
Hours spent, no crowd, no stage,
Breaking free from the youthful cage.

Improvisation found its core,
Guided by what came before.
Freedom learned to wear a crown,
With discipline to hold it down.

(Piano-solo)

Chorus:
Discipline shapes the soul to rise,
Freedom adds the endless skies.
In the balance, music lives,
A gift that both take and give.

(Guitar-solo)

Bridge:
Every note, a tale to tell,
Of hands that stumbled, rose, and fell.
A teacher’s voice, a lesson clear,
Echoing still, though she's not near.

Outro:
Now every song I choose to play,
Carries her wisdom in its way.
The balance struck, the journey known,
Through keys, my soul has truly grown.

The Balance of Keys

Text:
[ Female Voice]
Verse 1:

From the heart of history, music was born,
A language of emotion, so rich, so worn.
Through the ages, the echoes remain,
Bach’s precision, Mozart’s joyful refrain.

Beethoven’s storm, Haydn’s playful grace,
Chopin’s soft touch, the beauty of space.
Schubert’s melodies, flowing like streams,
Each note a reflection of timeless dreams.


[ Male Voice]
Chorus:

Classical music, where it all began,
From the strings to the keys, it's part of the plan.
A world of emotion, so deep, so wide,
The classics forever will be our guide.

[ Female Voice]
Verse 2:

The sounds of the past, still echo today,
Through symphonies and sonatas, they show us the way.
From the baroque to the romantic rise,
Every composer tells us the story of skies.

The discipline of harmony, the magic of tone,
Each piece a monument, a voice of its own.
A masterpiece lives, no end in sight,
It’s the balance of keys, and the truth in the night.

[ Male Voice]
Chorus:

Classical music, where it all began,
From the strings to the keys, it's part of the plan.
A world of emotion, so deep, so wide,
The classics forever will be our guide.

(solo)

[ Female Voice and Male Voice both]
Bridge:

It’s the language of souls, speaking through time,
In every cadence, a rhythm, a rhyme.
When we play, we are part of the past,
A tradition so grand, so built to last.

Chorus:

Classical music, where it all began,
From the strings to the keys, it's part of the plan.
A world of emotion, so deep, so wide,
The classics forever will be our guide.

The Symphony of Time

Text:
Out of South America, where rhythm meets the soul,
Born from the heartache, where stories make us whole.
In smoky rooms of New Orleans, it began to rise,
A sound so raw, so free, it mesmerized.

Louis Armstrong blew life through his horn,
Duke Ellington's melodies were art reborn.
Billie sang of pain with a voice so divine,
Miles Davis took us to a place beyond time.

The beat's off-center, the rhythm sways,
With the Blue Note bending, it leads the way.
Improvisation reigns, each player's own voice,
A dance of freedom, a moment's choice.

(Saxophone-solo)

Herbie Hancock pushed boundaries wide,
From bebop to fusion, he let the styles collide.
Jazz evolved, with paths vast and strange,
Some are soothing, while others rearrange.

But Free Jazz? Oh, it's a storm untamed,
Where the notes collide, wild and unnamed.
The Blue Note's spirit sometimes goes astray,
And yet, it whispers: "Jazz is here to stay."

The Spirit of Jazz

Text:
Verse 1:
In the smoky halls of '55,
A sound was born, it came alive.
Guitars screamed and rhythms rolled,
The youth found fire, their hearts turned bold.

Pre-Chorus:
From Memphis streets to shining lights,
The beat rebelled through restless nights.

Chorus:
Rock 'n' Roll, it broke the mold,
Gave a voice to the brave and bold.
From Presley’s charm to Berry's groove,
The world was shaking, on the move.

Verse 2:
Little Richard’s keys on fire,
Chuck’s guitar climbed higher and higher.
The Fuzz kicked in, distortion soared,
A revolution, chords that roared.

Pre-Chorus:
The jukebox played, the kids would sway,
New horizons paved the way.

Chorus:
Rock 'n' Roll, it broke the mold,
Gave a voice to the brave and bold.
From Presley’s charm to Berry's groove,
The world was shaking, on the move.

(Guitar-solo)

Bridge:
They called it noise, they called it sin,
But the world couldn’t hold it in.
Breaking chains, the beat was free,
It laid the path for history.

Chorus:
Rock 'n' Roll, it broke the mold,
Gave a voice to the brave and bold.
From Presley’s charm to Berry's groove,
The world was shaking, on the move.

Outro:
So here’s to the kings, the pioneers,
The sound that shattered silent fears.
Rock 'n' Roll, forever young,
The anthem of a rebel’s song.

The Beat That Broke the Rules

Text:
Verse 1:
Some 3700 years ago, in a world of bronze and stone,
A masterpiece of stars, the moon brightly shone.
Buried deep in Saxon soil, hidden from all sight,
A window to the cosmos, a glimpse of endless night.

Golden arcs and circles, stars in shining gleam,
Sun, moon, and Pleiades, a celestial dream.
They gazed into the heavens, seeking ways to guide,
The Sky Disc whispered wisdom, where the stars abide.

Chorus:
Reaching for the heavens, with feet upon the ground,
The sky becomes a compass, where human truths are found.
A marvel born of knowledge, of courage and belief,
The Nebra Sky Disc – our everlasting relief.

Verse 2:
Of copper and of gold, from mountains far and near,
A piece of earthly wonder, a map to make things clear.
A guide for harvest seasons, for time’s eternal flow,
A relic of a culture, from so long ago.

But who were they, the makers, what stories did they weave?
Did they dream beneath the starlight, or quietly believe?
The disc keeps its silence, but its message rings,
A song from ancient hands, to which the future clings.

Chorus:
Reaching for the heavens, with feet upon the ground,
The sky becomes a compass, where human truths are found.
A marvel born of knowledge, of courage and belief,
The Nebra Sky Disc – our everlasting relief.

(solo)

Bridge (poetic):
The stars, they keep dancing, in the rhythm of the night,
Watched for millennia, a mesmerizing sight.
The firmament, a mirror, holding dreams of mankind,
The disc softly whispers: This is what you’ll find.

Chorus:
Reaching for the heavens, with feet upon the ground,
The sky becomes a compass, where human truths are found.
A marvel born of knowledge, of courage and belief,
The Nebra Sky Disc – our everlasting relief.

The Sky’s Legacy

Thank you all for your overwhelming support and for always stopping by to enjoy my music. Your loyalty truly inspires me to keep creating and sharing more with you. Let's continue having fun together and celebrate the joy of music!

Also, feel free to visit me on YouTube, now 100 Videos there: www.youtube.com/@ThomasBrutscher.
And for every song that includes lyrics, you can find them right on the song page. Enjoy and sing along!

Jungle Juice Blues

Thomas Brutscher

Related tracks