Hans-Peter Geerdes, bekannt als „H.P. Baxxter“, Frontsänger, Songwriter und Gesicht der Rave-Formation „Scooter“, beklagt in einem Interview mit der Rheinischen Post, dass heutige Musik – bis auf wenige Ausnahmen – keinen Tiefgang mehr besitze.
Hier ein Best-Of der tiefgängigsten Werke von „Scooter“ aus 35 Jahren Bandgeschichte. #PerlenvordiePillen.
Um aufzuzeigen und besser nachvollziehen zu können, wie sich auch das Songwriting und die Arrangements der Musikgruppe über drei Jahrzehnte entwickelt haben, ist die folgende Zusammenstellung chronologisch geordnet, beginnend mit Werken aus der Frühphase der Band.
I want to see you sweat
Hyper, Hyper
We need the bass drum
Come on
Hyper, Hyper
Come on
This is Scooter
Hyper, Hyper
(aus: „Hyper, Hyper“, 1994)
Get off your shirts and wait for further instructions!
I’ve got one message for the next decade:
Move your ass!
Sing it:
Yeah-ay! Yeah-ay! Yeah-ay! Yeah-ay! Yeah-ay! Yeah-ay! Yeah-ay! Yeah-ay!
It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice
Come on!
Kickin‘ it, kickin‘ it, kickin‘ it Yeah!
Move you ass!
Yeaaaaaah!!
(aus: „Move Your Ass”, 1995)
We’re getting faster !
This is the real Hardcore !
Alright!
FASTER!
(“Raving in Mexico”, 1995)
Ooohooo…
Beautiful, beautiful… Ooohooo…
Beautiful, beautiful…
Beautiful, beautiful… Ooohooo…
Beautiful, beautiful…
Ooohooo…
Beautiful, beautiful… Ooohooo… (beautiful: Scooter)
Ooohooo..
(“Beautiful Vibes”, 1995)
Scooter…
Yeeeaaah!
We gonna hit you harder!
Yeah!
Come on! Come on!
We’ll be friends! (18x)
(aus: “Friends”, 1995)
Alright!
Clap your hands!
Yeah!
Yes!
Check this!
Come on!
Move to the baseline!
Jump, jump!
Love is in the air!!
Party people!
Ravers!!!
(aus: „Endless Summer“, 1995)
Yeah!…
Feel the trance!
C’mon!!
Yes!
Bass drum!!
Thank you!
(aus: „Cosmos“, 1995)
“Scooter” können auch romantisch:
Let Me Be Your Valentine, yeahh,
Let Me Be Your Valentine, C’mon,
(He, he, he)
Yes,
Higher And Higher Feeling So Fine,
Listen To The Voice Of Valentine
(he, he, he)
(he, he, he)
Yeah!
Rough,
(he, he, he)
This Is The Valentines Paaaaaarty,
Paaaaaaaaarty,
(he,he,he),
(aus: “Let me be your Valentine”, 1996)
Experience!
You’re ready
Experience!
Experience!
Yeah! Yeah! Oh Yeah!
Experience!
(“Experience”, 1996)
This is a monstertune!
(“Monstertune“, 1996)
Crank it uuuuuuuuup!
Uuuuuuuuup!
Uuuuuuuuup!
Uuuuuuuuup!
Crank It uuuuuuuuup!
(“Crank It Up”, 1996)
Extacy!
Extacy!
There’s no reason to be disturbed.
Extacy!
Extacy!
Extacy!
(“Hysteria”, 1996)
Bass!
I wanna check the microphone
I wanna check, I wanna check
The bird, the tree, the cow, the sea,
The Rick, the Ferris and MC H.P. !
(aus “Back in the U.K.”, 1996)
Wicked!!!!
Wiiiiiicked!!!!
Wiiiiiiickeeeeeed!!!!
(aus: “Wicked Instruction”, 1996)
Alright
C’mon!
Yeah!
When I was a young boy I used to chat on the mike
‚Til somebody told me this ain’t gonna be alright
You got the feeling. I got the feeling
Yeah!
Ride on, Ride on!
Yeah!
(aus: “When I Was A Young Boy”, 1996)
Clear up your mind,
zebras crossing the street
running around,
down the street
buying some frozen food,
put it in a fridge
Turn up the music louder
(aus: “Zebras Crossing The Street”, 1996)
Chilli bow,
chilli bow,
chilli bow
FIRE!
FIRE!
ONE – TWO – THREE
FIRE!
(aus: „Fire“, 1997)
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
Keep me running…
(„Keep Me Running“, 1997)
Bass!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
Yeah!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
S. C. O. O. T. E. R. infect ya!
Allright!
Start to dance and we’ll put you in the trance
Start to dance and we’ll put you in the trance
Start to dance and we’ll put you in the trance
Start to dance and we’ll put you in the trance
Start to dance and we’ll put you in the trance
Start to dance and we’ll put you in the trance
Start to dance and we’ll put you in the trance
Start to dance and we’ll put you in the trance
Yes!
Get up!
Come on, get down!
Yes!
(aus: “Hit the drum”, 1997)
The chase is better than the catch
I want you back for the rhythm attack
Coming down on the floor like a maniac
By the way, how much is the fish?
How much is the fish?
Here we go, here we go
Here we go again
Yeah!
Sunshine in the air!
Come on! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Everybody! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Come on!
Together!
Yeah! Yeah!
How much is the fish?
Yeah!
Come on, come on
Argh!
(aus: “How much is the fish?”, 1998)
I’ve got some lyrics
Some lyrics for ya
So call me Mañana!
Mañana Yeeeeee!!
Get up! Mañana
Get down! Yeeeeee!!
Mañana
¡Adios!
(aus: “Call me Mañana”, 1998)
Faster, harder, Scooter – we’re getting
Faster, harder, Scooter
Yeah!
Alright crew, enjoy this track! Yes! Aah!
Everybody shout! (Scooter)
Yes! (Faster, harder, Scooter)
Come on! (Faster, harder, Scooter)
Wonderful human beings (Faster, harder, Scooter)
Yeah!
(aus: “Faster, Harder, Scooter“, 1998)
I’m the Candyman, also known as Dave
Dave from Sheffield, furthermore known as the Screaming Lord
but you can call me Ice
Ice Ice baby! SUPA monchi! Ahhh!
I wanna fuck…
I wanna fuck…
I wanna fuck…
FUCK THE MILLENNIUM!!!
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yes!
Haaa!
I wanna fuck…
To the beat now!
WOOO!
Haaaa…
Yeah
Wow!
Gothic doesn’t exist! [Anm. d. Red.: steile These]
Thank you
(aus “Fuck the Millenium”, 1999)
This is a real monster tune
Coming up with the motherfucking bassdrum
Hi yoh yoh yoh
Hi yeah yeah yeah
Hi yoh yoh yoh
Alright now
I’m your pusher
Vamos
Yeah
C’mon
Attacke
Gimme your hands
Singing
Jetzt kommt die Feuerwehr
Ahh
Yes
Uaahhh!
(aus: “I’m Your Pusher”, 1999)
Tyree Cooper, the producer
But now it’s Scooter
Who are super duper
I’m the hard rhymer
The track attacker
The mic enforcer
The chick’s checker
I am the law
I’m bigger and bolder and rougher and tougher
In other words, sucker, there is no other
I’m bigger and bolder and rougher and tougher
In other words, sucker, I’ve got no brother
Bring the break!
Lakierski materialski
Heiligeili!
Posse, I need you, I need you, I need you on the floor
We need you on the floor!
Heiligeili!
Ihr Schweine
(aus: “Posse”, 2001)
Coming at ya like Cleopatra!
Bow shalak
Where is da punani
Under my skin
Can’t you see I’m horny
Bow shalak
I’m the rhyme driller
If you don’t believe
Here’s another floor filler
Comon!
Yeah!!
Aiii shot the DJ!
Chilli bo, chilli bo, chilli bo
(aus: “Aiii shot the DJ!, 2001)
I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it
I like it
Loud!
Skibadee, skibadanger
I am the rearranger
Aaah
Never, never endeavor
The good weather
Or whether we’ll be there
Only for your pleasure, yeah!
Dub dub dub da da dub dub dub!
(Da dub dub dub da da dub dub dub!)
Come on!
loud!
Yeah!
A Ritz Bits for the
Hits with the lyrics
With a robotic narcotic in the pocket
The fire rocket, blood socket
I crack whip, yeah!
Elastic to plastic my platinum hit
You git gudda gudda get up with it
Loud!
Dub dub dub da da dub dub dub!
(Da dub dub dub da da dub dub dub!)
Dub dub dub da da dub dub dub!
(Da dub dub dub da da dub dub dub!)
Dub dub dub da da dub dub dub!
(Da dub dub dub da da dub dub dub!)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…
Thank you!
(aus: “Maria”, 2003)
Good morning!
Yeaaaaaah!
One, two… one, two, three, four!
Pump it up!
Aaaah! I ramp, me no ramp
Me no skin
Me no play, yeah
Junglists in the place
Junglists on the case
Scooter, are you ratty?
(aus: Ramp! The Logical Song”, 2003)
I am the horseman
I’m mentally mad
Yeah!
Yea-ea-ea-ah, yea-ea, I feel hardcore
Yea-ea-ea-ah, yea-ea, always hardcore,…
Want a lyrical sex
(aus: “One”, 2004)
I’ve always been the party pleaser
There’s not a doubt, I’ve checked all the ladies out
Ring me up!
Skip to the dip now!
What we say?
Jigga Jigga!
Ooooohh! Ho-ho!
Davay-davay-davay!
Jigga Jigga!
Allright!
Aaaaaarrrghh!
(aus: “Jigga Jigga!”, 2005)
Does the fish have chips?
Does the fish have chips?
Does the fish have chips?
How do I get off this bus?
(aus: “Does the fish have chips?”, 2007)
Lass uns tanzen.
Oder ficken.
Oder beides.
Denn morgen sind wir tot.
(„Lass uns tanzen, 2007)
Drum and bass and jungle will never die
To all the girls and guys who like to drink and get high
Wanna do the best that the money can buy
Hook me up with the shit that killed Elvis
(aus: “The shit that killed Elvis”,2007)
How do you do, uh huh
I thought why not na na, na na
And then we can na na, na na
And you will say na na, na na
Yes
Shalak
K nami nama
Like a hammer
I slip chips
Rapping in da mix
Wanna see your xxxx
Spit, kicks
For da hits
With the lyrical tricks
No diggedy diggedy diggedy,
listen
Got a late night – early morning mission
Wonderful bars fat like Michael’s arse!
This is an announcement:
The question is (another)
What is the question?
Can I have a light please?
(aus: “The question is What is the question?”, 2007)
I just wanna live tonight
I don’t wanna make it right
Don’t care if you live or die
So fuck forever, fuck forever tonight
(aus: “Fuck Forever”, 2014)
Dibi dibi MC with the DMB
Gang bang bitch to the EMG
Quick trigger (trigger, trigger)
You’re my chick,
You’re my seniora
Bora! Bora! Bora!
Döp döp döp döp dödödödödöp döp dödödöp döp dödödödödöp döp
Döp döp döp döp dödödödödöp döp dödödöp döp dödödödödöp döp
Döp döp döp döp dödödödödöp döp dödödöp döp dödödödödöp döp
Bora!
(aus: “Bora! Bora! Bora!”, 2017)
Journalidealist | Andreas Wolf 