Lyrics:

How - Sitting here in this one way street, all in all - the years have gone by. I’ve lived by your side all the time, we did the same things every day. I suspected it all the time, and right now it came into your mind. Wrapped around now, wrapped around, gone away now, the following bound. How it happens? I don't know. How could this question come up? Sitting alone here in the one way street, all in all - I feel so humble. I hear you talkin' bout suicide, telling me just not to grumble. Wanna cry out that I don’t care, look for another man out anywhere. Wrapped around now, wrapped around, gone away now, the following bound. How it happens? I don't know. How could this question come up? How could this question come up? How could this question come up? Sitting here now, not my fault. How could this question come up? . © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2009) - voc. / perc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass / voc.: Christian Zimmer – A-guit.: Dieter Schlierkamp – Akk. / voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums / voc.: Martin Hagedorn

Every day - Paper's coming at four o'clock, every day, every day. Fuzz is doing bravely his job, every day, every day. Things are going on deep-rooted way. every day, every day. Some hate this dump in any way, every day, every day. Dopiness is humping around, Motivation cannot be found. Guess it`s hard for others to see, but I like my dump and my dump likes me. See her walking down my street, every day, every day. I'm just too shy, I cannot speak, every day, every day. Neighbour's beating his dog again, every day, every day. Soon might be Friday, I don't when, every day, every day. Dopiness is humping around, Motivation cannot be found. Guess it`s hard for others to see, but I like my dump and my dump likes me. © GENERAL BISCUITZ - w + m: Christian Schürmann, Philipp Köppen, Sebastian Bühren, Philipp Jeschonke (1997) - used under kind permission! - voc. / Banjo.: Matthias Kersting – Bass / voc.: Christian Zimmer – A-guit./ Harp/ voc. : Dieter Schlierkamp – Akk. / voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums / voc.: Martin Hagedorn

A little cup of tea - Please do me a favour with a little cup of tea. Would you spend a little of your lifetime here with me? I’m a little bit worried and I don’t know what to do. So I would be so happy if I could talk ‘bout this with you. Unfortunately you never find just any time for me. The most important thing in your life I don’t seem to be. But really – your opinion is important now for me. I don’t find a solution, there’s no other way I see. One day there will be the time you need advice yourself. And then you may find no guide that stands there in your shelf. Maybe you’ll remember what you said to me today. Maybe there’s no helping hand for you nowhere nearby. But if you do me the favour – just a little cup of tea! Come on – sit down for a while and listen here to me. It won’t ache you and it doesn’t hurt you – you will see! Please, dear Lawyer, but I have no money for the fee. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2009) - voc. / Banjo: Matthias Kersting – Bass / voc.: Christian Zimmer – A-guit.: Dieter Schlierkamp – Akk. / voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums / voc.: Martin Hagedorn

¿Yo soy molesto? - Mientras viva, y hable, hablaré de ti mi amor. Cuando me vaya y nunca mas te vuelva a ver, muero por ti mi amor. Cuando el sol no luzca mas, entonces tender solo un deseo tu. Una canción no puede describir cuanto te ansio. Una canción no puede describir cuanto te ansio. Eso no es bueno, es peligroso, no puedo liberarme de ti. No puedo escapar, no hay solucion. ¿A Dónde? - ¿Dónde estás? - Te echo de menos. Sufro dolor instenso si no estás conmigo. Sufro dolor instenso si no estás conmigo. ¿Estás enojado? ¿Yo soy molesto? No puedo entenderlo! ¿Estás enojado? ¿Yo soy molesto? No puedo entenderlo! Mi vida no tiene valor, sin más sentido para mi. Mi vida es desesperante, sin más sentido para mi. Te amo! Sólo a ti tuyo es mi corazón – es mi corazón! ¿Estás enojado? ¿Yo soy molesto? No puedo entenderlo! ¿Estás enojado? ¿Yo soy molesto? No puedo entenderlo! © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2009) - voc. / Banjo: Matthias Kersting – Bass / voc.: Christian Zimmer – A-guit.: Dieter Schlierkamp – Akk. / voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums: Martin Hagedorn

Lilli’s waiting for me - When the Navigator left the Wounded Knee one day, the sword was put into the shaft and I had no more words to say. The purse is empty, no more fees, drunken up with the last rum. We’ve sailed through the seven seas but now the glorious days are gone. No more wind blows through the sails, no more flood for me. At home I hope, although I’m stale Lilli’s waiting for me. The sails ripped up, the masthead broke, and that is not yet all. For its rescue I need folks, but there’s no crew to call. Where are all the sailors gone? Why did they all desert? I hope my Lilli stands by me, won’t leave me in the dirt. No more wind blows through the sails, no more flood for me. At home I hope, although I’m stale Lilli’s waiting for me. A last look at the Wounded Knee, the ruins make me sad. Remember the treasures of the sea, the best days I have had. The only thing I’ve ever missed, when I went to the sea. At lonely nights I wished there was my Lilli next to me. No more wind blows through the sails, no more flood for me. At home I hope, although I’m stale Lilli’s waiting for me. No more wind blows through the sails, no more flood for me. At home I hope, although I’m stale Lilli’s waiting for me.  © PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (2008) – m: Christian Zimmer (2008) - voc. / Mando. : Christian Zimmer – Banjo / voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass, voc.: Dieter Schlierkamp – Akk./voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums / voc : Martin Hagedorn

The silent water - Gimme shelter now, the storm's coming soon. I wish myself now being on the moon. I wouldn't have left her if I I’d known what it means. This is the worst thing that I've ever seen. Tell me Baby, is it real or wrong? I’ve  never felt silent power that strong. I never knew how she‘d get along, but I can see now. The silent water's too deep for me. The silent water won't leave me alone . The silent water contains tons of poison. The water's look's as hard as a stone. An army of soldiers is shooting me down. Before this you tried everything to get me around. I cannot stay just for myself to commend. But that I don't love you you won't understand. Tell me now, Baby, is it real or wrong? I’ve never felt silent power that strong. I never knew how she‘d get along, but I can see now. The silent water's too deep for me. The silent water won't leave me alone. The silent water contains tons of poison. The water's look's as hard as a stone. The silent water's too deep for me. The silent water won't leave me alone. The silent water contains tons of poison. The water's look's as hard as a stone - © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2009) - voc. / Banjo: Matthias Kersting – Mando./voc.: Christian Zimmer – Bass/voc.: Dieter Schlierkamp – Akk. / voc.: Sabine Kersting – Chickenshake/Guiro/voc.: Martin Hagedorn - special appereance by Christian Bartelt (Cello)

Outside - If you never go out in the morning, if you never leave your home by night. If there’s nothing that gets you to get off your couch once you stuck together so tight. Life’s too short to waste your time with sleeping. Such a shame to neglect all the time. Be sure that nobody will fetch you. It’s on you to find back to the line. On your back there grow mushrooms like mussels, which are on the cheek in Bootstrap’s face. So leave this old sofa, go outside! Go outside, and find the right place. I think too many people forgot you. They don’t even remember your name. But no matter, it’s never too late to begin a new start, a new life, a new game. They may laugh, they may mock at your first steps. They may show with their fingers on you. But for you this should be not more than the best spur, because nobody’s perfect, that’s true. On your back there grow mushrooms like mussels, which are on the cheek in Bootstrap’s face. So leave this old sofa, go outside! Go outside, and find the right place. You think that the whole world is waiting, out of order without you at all. You’ll find out reality’s different, and on this way it’s easy to fall. But if once your first step is taken, you’ll find out that it’s never too late to discover that there’s so much kindness at the things you have talked ‘bout with hate. On your back there grow mushrooms like mussels, which are on the cheek in Bootstrap’s face. So leave this old sofa, go outside! Go outside, and find the right place. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2006) - voc. / Banjo: Matthias Kersting – Manco. / voc. : Christian Zimmer – Bass: Dieter Schlierkamp – Akk.: Sabine Kersting – dr. / voc.: Martin Hagedorn

One wild night - When you think that weeks and days aren’t long enough for you, full to the brim with all the dates which you don’t want to do. You’re searching for the hole you want to jump in now. You want to disappear but you just don’t know how, you just need one wild night with gossip, fags and pints, another one wild night to blow out disturbing minds, you want one wild night which keeps your head up high, just one wild night makes you feel alive. To avoid the things you’ve missed you wrote all your dates down. But every the time you hiss when you look at what is shown. So you throw the sheet away however that’s not very good. Then you put it in a shelf where it can be overlooked. You just need one wild night with gossip, fags and pints, another one wild night to blow out disturbing minds, you want one wild night which keeps your head up high, just one wild night makes you feel alive. There’s no solution for this crap, you see the bitter truth. So you give it up, that’s the only thing to do. You reach for the telephone to call some of your friends. You don’t want to be alone, and you know how it ends. You just need one wild night with gossip, fags and pints, another one wild night, to blow out disturbing minds, you want one wild night, which keeps your head up high, just one wild night makes you feel alive. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2009) - voc. / Banjo: Matthias Kersting – Bass / voc.: Christian Zimmer – E-guit. / Harp / voc.: Dieter Schlierkamp – Flute / voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums / voc.: Martin Hagedorn - special appereance by Götz Kühnemund (voc.)

Don’t leave me - Why did you never go out of the darkness with me? Are you in worry that I’ve got a deadly disease? Don’t leave me! Don’t go this way! Think of the future and take a look into my eyes. Tell me why if I ask you you think you have to hide. Don’t leave me! Don’t go this way! Stay with me! Stay here with me! Stay with me! Stay here with me! Don’t leave me! Don’t go this way! © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2009) Voc. / Flute: Sabine Kersting – E-Guitar / voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer – A-Guitar: Dieter Schlierkamp – drums: Martin Hagedorn

No longer me - When you stare at me, I would rather be, somewhere, elsewhere, or just nowhere, but no longer me. Do you think that’s right? And that it’s ok? Do you think that nothing matters, and time has come to pay? And I try to walk! And I try to hide! Try to run away from here, cos’ I’m fed up to talk! Please just let me go. Far away from of this world. If I didn’t know you better, I’d tell you that I’m hurt. You’re gazing at me. As if I were a beast. I don’t think I really earn just how you treat me. So I want to kill. I need to destroy. Can’t see anybody happy when there is no joy. There should be no red, never any yellow. What are all these colours for when everything seems mellow? Gimme back my life! Gimme back my thoughts. You have taken everything – I never had no odds. Did you think you own me and I’d always let you go? And that nothing happened now although you treat me so? But I’ve lost my self-respect, so nothing’s as it seems. Don’t justify everybody’s death, I don’t know what it means. What’re you looking for? Why are your steps so quick? What happened up to the last hours – shut up! You make me sick! Stop whimpering now. You told me – somehow every day’s a good day, but what about this show? What’s that in your eye? Did you really start to cry? Inbetween your darkest hour you’d better run and hide. Take a look at me! I’m no longer me. And I don’t mind any longer where I’m gonna be. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2004) - voc. / E-Guit.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer – A-Guit.: Dieter Schlierkamp – voc.: Sabine Kersting – dr: Martin Hagedorn

The voice - Listening to you is a wonderful time to spend. Oh, what a voice, what a wonderful voice. Working the week to stay at home at the wanted weekend. There is no choice. You could roll the dice. But I remember your voice, and I’m just satisfied, when I think of you. What could be better to do? Wonder ‘bout what has happened, wonder ‘bout what has happened, wonder how I could spend all the time without you. Doubts in my mind, but today I displaced them all. Oh, I rejoice in your lovely voice. Stare at the walls, not bored like always before. This is so nice. This is just my size. And I’ll carry it with me, I won’t squander it. If you really leave me, I will follow you. Wonder ‘bout what has happened, wonder ‘bout what has happened, wonder how I could spend all the time without you. Wonder what conversations with you will bring. I always listen to your voice, to your wonderful voice. It’s so nice, like a wonderful song to sing. When I see you, I see I really love you. And I see I’m with you and life seems so easy. And all the problems seem so small now. Wonder ‘bout what has happened, wonder ‘bout what has happened, wonder how I could spend all the time without you. Wonder ‘bout what has happened, wonder ‘bout what has happened, wonder how I could spend all the time without you. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2010) - voc. / A-Guit.: Matthias Kersting – Mand.: Christian Zimmer – Bass: Dieter Schlierkamp – Tamb./voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums/voc.: Martin Hagedorn

Rulla Tirulla - Hes du dat seggt, ich häer dat seggt, datt se dat sagg? Nu häww ick met de Dään den allergraöttsten Krach. ick häww datt sicher nich so seggt äs de Deern glöwwt. und so wie du’s vertellst, häww ick dat auk nich seggt.  Hes du datt seggt, ich hä dat seggt, datt se dat sacht?Haoll diene Muul, süss kuemm ich Di glieks opp die’n Dach. Mi düggt du höllst daomet auk ümmer noch nich inn. Du hess genoug davon vertellt, nu lott datt sin.  ‚n netten Tinneff hess du der in’n Kopp geset’t, grad düsse Deern was fröher immer so adrett. ick häww mi nix daobie gedacht, grad uut mie’n Buuk. vertell mi nu maol fix, wie kuemm ick dao wier ruut. Un ick segg „Rulla Tirulla“, datt is mi nich geheuer. „Rulla Tirulla“, du söllst nich böse sin. „Rulla Tirulla“, nu lott doch datt Gemopper. „Rulla Tirulla“, weil ick die’n Leiwsten bin. Un ick segg „Rulla Tirulla“, hör doch nich op den Hään. „Rulla Tirulla“, ick häww di doch so gern. „Rulla Tirulla“, der vertellt doch blaoß Zinnober. „Rulla Tirulla“, du büss doch miene Dään. De Dään, de is von dach auk wirklich nich guet dropp.. un ick mott tousain, ick pass bietter ‚n bietken opp. un schuld bis Du, Du sallst di wirklick düftig schiäm’n. met die’n Gequater und für mi bliewwt blouß noch biäd’n.  . un ick staoh do un mi föllt gar nix schlaues in. ick sitt nu bis tom Hals in dütt Schlamassel drin. oh leiwe Dään, datt döüt mi doch so furchtbar leid. den Dussel de mott sain, datt ick nich op den schait. düssen Dämel de spielt wirklich mit sin Liäbn. um wegtolopen mott de noch viel schneller werd’n. un wenn ich den Trabanten in de Finger häww. dann motter biet’n, datt is alles watt he hätt.  Un ick segg „Rulla Tirulla“, datt is mi nich geheuer. „Rulla Tirulla“, du söllst nich böse sin. „Rulla Tirulla“, nu lott doch datt Gemopper. „Rulla Tirulla“, weil ick die’n Leiwsten bin. Un ick segg „Rulla Tirulla“, haör doch nich op den Hään. „Rulla Tirulla“, ick häww di doch so gern. „Rulla Tirulla“, der vertellt doch blaoß Zinnober. „Rulla Tirulla“, du büss doch miene Dään. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2010) - voc. / Banjo: Matthias Kersting – Mando. / Trombone: Christian Zimmer – Bass: Dieter Schlierkamp - voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums / voc.: Martin Hagedorn - special appereance by "Das Nordkirchener Dorfgebläse" - Miriam ... (trumpet) - Hartmut Paulig (trumpet) - Matthias Overkamp (trumpet) - Hans ... (Horn) - Klaus Zimmer (Tuba)

La douleur dépasse -  Le monde est trés gris. Et le ciel est le mort. Pourquoi est-ce que je suis ici? Quel sens cela a encore? There’s no joy anymore since you’ve been gone. A stab into my heart for one more time. Je veux encore te voir une fois avant que je n’aille. Je ne peux pas rester. La douleur dépasse. Et maintenant je suis seulement. Qu’est-ce que j’ai fait? Dans le moment de l'inattention, j'ai pensé que ne se passe jamais. So many chances, and I’ve taken none. If I’d told you only once how much I love you. Je veux encore te voir, avant que je n'aille. Je ne peux pas rester. La douleur dépasse. © PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (2004) - m: Christian Zimmer (2004) - voc. / A-Guit.: Christian Zimmer - E-Guit. / voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass / voc.: Dieter Schlierkamp – Akk. / voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums / voc.: Martin Hagedorn

Against the wind - If you’re riding your horse in Alabama, or you’re riding your bike to Barcelona. It’s no matter if you ride through Wyoming, and there’s no difference if it’s sunny or it’s raining. Yes, you’re riding and you’re spitting against the wind, and you’re hitting, yes, you’re hitting your own fittings, and your nose is filled with spittle. Yes, you’re riding and you’re spitting against the wind, and you’re hitting, yes, you’re hitting your own fittings, and you thank god that you’re living. Beware of the headwind if you’re riding quickly. Because it’s treacherous and insidious and gets sticky. Don’t have to aim to hit the middle of your face. And it gets dark if you spit right into your eyes. Yes, you’re riding and you’re spitting against the wind, and you’re hitting, yes, you’re hitting your own fittings, and your nose is filled with spittle. Yes, you’re riding and you’re spitting against the wind, and you’re hitting, yes, you’re hitting your own fittings, and you thank god that you’re living. Then you get angry and loudly you begin to roam. Wish you wouldn’t be so far away from home. And immediately you’re in the mood to grumble. Both your horse and your bike begin to stumble. Yes, you’re riding and you’re spitting against the wind, and you’re hitting, yes, you’re hitting your own fittings, and your nose is filled with spittle. Yes, you’re riding and you’re spitting against the wind, and you’re hitting, yes, you’re hitting your own fittings and you thank god that you’re living - © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2009) - voc. / Banjo: Matthias Kersting – Bass / voc.: Christian Zimmer – A-guit.: Dieter Schlierkamp – Akk.: Sabine Kersting – drums: Martin Hagedorn

I shout out - I’m so glad about nothing cos noone is there. There is nothing more to do. And my friends are all gone, but no problems are left. I could laugh and dance all night. I have spent all day just staring at the walls. I’ve got nothing here to do. Like a race through the days, I’m amazed by the face in the small mirror, too. Cos there’s a lot I should do and I lean out of my window. The streets are all empty. I’m totally alone, cos everyone’s gone. I really should cry, but I’m glad all the time. I shout out, I shout out, life is worth a living. I shout out, I shout out, I’m glad it’s given to me. I take a walk in the park, and I dance on the ways. All people look at me. And I look into their eyes, and I laugh, they laugh back. My hands are held up high. Straight up into the sky, all the liberty there now is right here by me. I’m totally alone, cos everyone’s gone. I really should cry, but I’m glad all the time. I shout out, I shout out, life is worth a living. I shout out, I shout out, I’m glad it’s given to me. I shout out, I shout out, life is worth a living. I shout out, I shout out, I’m glad it’s given to me. I shout out, I shout out, life is worth a living. I shout out, I shout out, I’m glad it’s given to me. - © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (2010) - voc. / A-Guit.: Matthias Kersting – Mand.: Christian Zimmer – Bass: Dieter Schlierkamp – Tamb. / voc.: Sabine Kersting – drums/voc.: Martin Hagedorn