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Mutiny on wounded knee - Our ship went under full sail, filled with loot and rum. We were singing songs of victory, 'bout things that we have done. Called: "Blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, into the sails, that they may grow, blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, that our sails may grow!". And unsuspecting any evil, just inbetween the feast, there came a big mutiny. The sailors became beasts. No more: "Blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, into the sails, that they may grow, blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, that our sails may grow!". Our ship, the proud "Wounded knee", should it sink under our eyes? Fortunately, they fell, too drunk, into the sea in any wise. We sang: "Blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, into the sails, that they may grow, blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, that our sails may grow!". We sang: "Blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, into the sails, that they may grow, blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, that our sails may grow!". We sang: "Blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, into the sails, that they may grow, blow, wind, blow, wind, blow, that our sails may grow!". © PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (1996) - m: Christian Zimmer (1996) - Mandolin / vocals: Christian Zimmer el. guit. / voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Dieter Tinkloh - Accordion: Sabine Kersting – dr.: Ludger Witthoff

Cemetery - Why, why did it happen to me? Tell me why, please tell my why I cannot sleep. Now hold me tight, tighter. I never will forget I had to see. You, what kind of pervert are you to lead me here. You sit and show me what to do. They dig out themselves with laughter. You grin at me while I’m tremblin’ with fear. And I run to the gate, look into eyes of hate, don’t believe this really happens. This sight hits me like a weapon. Corpses, from all sides corpses. I pume without end and there is no escape from here. Putrefactive smell in the air, why did you lead me to this cemetery here. Shreds, no faces – shreds! With lots of luck you see black holes instead of eyes of blood and pus, that’s too much! I stumble and fall into a hole under the grass. I stare at the Zombies over me. Say, say, say, please say some nicer words to me. I drift away, absolutely. And I think if nothing happens I will die. You, in your eyes I see insanity. Really mad you get with wild velocity. And that’s too bad for me. And ev’rytime the hole is what I see.© PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1996) - el. guit. / voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass.: Christian Zimmer – el. guit.: Dieter Tinkloh - Keyb.: Sabine Kersting – dr.: Ludger Witthoff

Masthead high - Now I shuffle through the streets, and I hope everyone sees my sheets. Hoisted up my sail high, no wind’s strong enough, I’ll hold on tight. My ship, it’s the proudest all over the world, all pirates make wee-wee of awe. Meanwhile it’s dark, but my sail’s blowing high – I want more. Other guys making jokes, have fun that I stand there like an oak. I don’t even obsere, and their laughter – it can’t hit my nerve. Arrived at the harbour, the queue’s getting long. I see that they all follow me. They all want to hire, they’ve found their luck down by the sea. I wish that my old captain could see me now. After my hard life it’s funny somehow. I feel that together we’ll reach up the sky, and that our sail gets up to Masthead high. What’s up now? All the light? What has happened to me the last night? Seagulls scream, my head aches. What, the hell, have they done to my sheets? My friends, you good sailors, please, where are you now? You wanted to sail yesterday. But yesterday’s just far away, you have all gone today. My friends, you good sailors, please, where are you now? You wanted to sail yesterday. But yesterday’s just far away, you have all gone today. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1995) - el. & ac. guit. / voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass.: Christian Zimmer – el. guit.: Dieter Tinkloh - piano: Sabine Kersting – dr.: Ludger Witthoff

This village - “This village is too small for me!” I always hear them say. “This village is too calm for me!” I hear it ev’ryday. “Look out to escape from here”!, they teach me then. “It will be better ev’rywhere!”, as often they can. Many of them cover others, ‘cos they’re much too bored. They cry out that life’s a bother, when they’re not abroad. All of them don’t even try to see what’s to do. There is so much so supply, if they started through. But they try to look so dizzy. They don’t even ask. Though they could be so busy, if they would have a task. They could start their personality  in a brand-new style. There’s too much softibility. This is a too soft pile. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1988) - Balalaika / voc.: Matthias Kersting –  el. guit. / Backgr. voc.:  Dieter Tinkloh – Bass / Backgr. voc.: Christian Zimmer – Accordion / Backgr. voc.: Sabine Kersting - dr.: Ludger Witthoff

Did you give them any brain - I’m sitting here and listen to what you’re talking from, you can’t hear me whispering, you’re prattlin’ on and on. I look in your eyes when you’re bubblin’ this stuff, you are so stupid that you’re standing above. You think you’re better than the people you’re talking from, but when I’m going home, I’m laughing on and on. When you talk about politics and about foolish workers, and if you’re asked, you don’t even know what’s purpose. God, did you give them any brain? God, did you give them any brain? The intellectual speech does not have any base. Your words have no contents, but just faggy haze. With wearing hands on the top no problems were solved, for that the more stupid people are involved. Together in a herd you’re not to endure. Then so much shit is twaddled, it’s torture pure. If you hear yourself talking, you’re satisfied, So often you lose the thread, it’s terrified.  God, did you give them any brain? God, did you give them any brain? You always told me, I’m more worth than my friends, and I should disappear before my youth ends. And if I followed you – and this is really funny, I’d surely be led to the land of milk and honey. And when you told me that a long time ago, I told you: “Get off now, you’re completely below!” Today I know, I could not have done it better. If I don’t talk this mud, it doesn’t really matter. God, did you give them any brain? God, did you give them any brain? © PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (1991) - m: Christian Zimmer (1991) - Bass/voc.: Christian Zimmer – Banjo: Matthias Kersting – el. guit.: Dieter Tinkloh –   Washboard/Backgr. voc.: Sandra Rengshausen – Cowbell/Backgr. voc.: Sabine Kersting – dr.: Ludger Witthoff

So shy - I feel that I’m not strong enough. Can’t stand it no more, won’t suffer it any longer. Your eyes haven’t found mine yet. And I thought you could be mine one day. I see now ev’rything’s so hopeless, because: You’re so shy, my love, so shy, and never you will change. Ev’rything I tried was useless at all. So shy and blushing, even not a feeble attempt. I can’t see a single success. All my thoughts, all my wishes were with you now. Either you don’t feel good, or you’re not there, exceptionally. Too much for me, absolutely. I only wanted to live right here beside you a single life. You’re so shy, my love, so shy, and never you will change. Ev’rything I tried was useless at all. So shy and blushing, even not a feeble attempt. Face to face I see you and in my hands I hold your jaws. Your eyes are really begging and your body’s truly trembling. I start to pull, I stretch so hard. Your mouth gets big and bigger. I really want to kill you slowly, really want to see your pain. When I can’t have you, no other shall, no other can be loved by you. I would die for you. I often cry for you. What do you want more? What do you want more? You’re so shy, my love, so shy, and never you will change. Ev’rything I tried was useless at all. So shy and refusing to me. You’re interested, anyone can see. The only thing is – you’re too shy. But one day you’ll be mine. You’re so shy, my love So shy, and never you will change. But one day you will see, you can’t escape from me. So shy, but never, never, never you’ll leave me. I will lock up your room and guard. And that day will be mine. © PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (1996) - m: Christian Zimmer (1996) - ac. guit. /voc.: Christian Zimmer – Bass / Backgr. voc.: Matthias Kersting – el. guit.: Dieter Tinkloh –  tamb./Backgr. voc.: Sabine Kersting – dr.: Ludger Witthoff

It's alright - If you need a lot of money and the accident it wants, you meet me, your greatest dummy, by the corner there at once. You only have to smile, twinkle with your eyes, doesn’t matter when I’m bust, can’t tell you why. Never, never, never, I stammer on and on, you take me for a ride, I see what’s going on. It’s all over now, not a penny left for you. Show me your back, I know what to do. You’re the one, who’ll get it right, never pay a penny for your whole life. A thousand lovers, a million guys, do ev’rything, when they see those eyes. You’re the beast that looks so fine. I’d do ev’rything, ‘cos I’m too blind. Gimme your hand, I’ll rob three banks. Ask me again, I swear, It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright. You’re the one, who’ll get it right. It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright. You’re the one, who looks so fine. You ask me for my car, ‘cos it’s so fast. How beautiful you are, all your scrap is past. Meet you in the morning, in the evening I see, my car, my pride, it’s history. But anything you want, you’ll get it here. You want my house? It’s over there. Take my job, take my guitar. Anything I want is what you are. Even send me home, you treat me right. When the whole world laughs, your eyes are bright. Kick my ass, I’ll lick your feet. I’d let the hell come over me. For a little bit of love I’d give you all my life. Say you’re gonna leave, cuts like a knife. Really don’t know why ev’ryone laughs, if you want another million I tell you that It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright. You’re the one, who’ll get it right. It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright. You’re the beast that looks so fine. For a little bit of love I’d give you all my life. Say you’re gonna leave, cuts like a knife. Take my job, take my guitar. Anything I want is what you are. Kick my ass, I’ll lick your feet. I’d let the hell come over me. Really don’t know why ev’ryone laughs, if you want another million – it’s alright. © PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (1996) - m: Christian Zimmer (1995) - ac. guit./voc.: Christian Zimmer – el. guit.: Matthias Kersting - Bass: Dieter Tinkloh - organ/Chicken Shake: Sabine Kersting – dr.: Ludger Witthoff

Some stations - Sometimes I’m unhappy. How poor am I then. Imagine the shade, the mistakes I made. How poor and ridiculous am I then, how poor and ridiculous am I then. Return to the places, the stations in my life. ‘Bout some things I cry, and I often ask why. Why do I lie to myself? Why do I lie to myself? Some stations in my life are impressions. They’re really not so easy to see through. Some stations are a torture, not so easy to handle. They are mistakes – you may forgive them, if you want, mistakes – you can forgive them if you want. Must live with many troubles, vexation everywhere. You just cannot displace your ideas of murder. There’s really so much you’re alone with. There’s so much you must explain to yourself. There’s really so much you’re alone with. There’s so much you must explain to yourself. Sometimes you live in danger, then you remember, what’s life. So small in the situation, then you forget all your doubts. You just have to live with all these stations, live with them to understand, that’s life. You really have to live with all these stations, live with them to understand, that’s life. Some stations in my life are impressions. They’re really not so easy to see through. Some stations are a torture, not so easy to handle. They are mistakes – you may forgive them, if you want, mistakes – you can forgive them if you want. Some stations in my life are impressions. They’re really not so easy to see through. Some stations are a torture, not so easy to handle. They are mistakes – you may forgive them, if you want, mistakes – you can forgive them if you want. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1989) - el. guit. / voc.: Matthias Kersting –  el. Guit.: Dieter Tinkloh – Bass: Christian Zimmer - Flute / Backgr. voc.: Sabine Kersting - dr.: Ludger Witthoff

Graves in the school of Dunwich - Graves in the school of Dunwich, you have taken my drags, taken all my drags. And you’ve injured me. You are the only thing that I have, thing that I have. Please, come back, oh, come back. But you just went away from, away from me. But I think, you don’t know what you mean, what you mean to me. Graves in the school of Dunwich, you know I am the hero, the Superhero. When I see corpses, when I see dead bodies, I’m glad, I’ve never been so glad. Please, come back, oh, come back. But you just went away from, away from me. But I think, you don’t know what you mean, what you mean to me. Graves in the school of Dunwich, you have taken my soul, the rest of my soul. And, all my scruples, I stare at the focussing screen, things I’ve never seen. And I’m glad, ‘cos you’ve come back, oh, today you’ve just come back to me, to me. That’s because you just know what you mean, what you mean to me. The graves, they are opened, I see that they are empty now, so lonely empty now.   All my little friends, where are you? Please, where are you now? I’ll find you somehow. Gonna have a feast, a ball, and in my mind I loudly hear the victims cry. How they scream and shout for mercy, but I know, they all are gonna die. But I can’t dream this dream zu Ende, suddenly a flash, and ev’rything is dark and black. And I look at the screen, it’s dark-green, and I wish you back. And I’m sitting on the carpet, I just cannot comprehend in which world I stand. No more corpses, more bodies ‘round me, nothing more to see. Tell me why, tell me why. Tell my why I wasn’t born in hell, I can’t expect to die. © PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (1986) - m: Christian Zimmer (1996)  - Bass / voc. : Christian Zimmer - el. guit.: Matthias Kersting – Cowbell / Wuschels-Bomber-Victory-Bottle / el. verst. Bumsmaschine: Sabine Kersting – dr. Ludger Witthoff

Black Forest Cherry Cake - When you give me honey pie, I eat it and rejoice. Better would be apple-pie, if I had the choice. And when you give me apple-pie, as perfect as it seems, immediately the plate’s away, if I get no cream. Spoilt’s the circle, as it seems, thank god, I’m not so fussy. Strawberry, cherry, plum or peach, with all I’m very happy. But plum, plum’s the best of all. I eat it with delight. Unfortunately consequence’s tall - Turd on the run by night. For Black Forest Cherry Cake everyone would die. Everybody has to take five pieces from this pie. To Black Forest Cherry Cake we never will renounce. What happens, for a heaven’s sake, if this luck we hadn’t found? © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1996) - Banjo / piano / voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass.: Christian Zimmer – el. guit.: Dieter Tinkloh - dr.: Ludger Witthoff

The door (Exitus II) - Today my life’s not what it seemed, when I went through that door. You sat there, and, my pleasure, your eyes seemed to dispair. I really thought, I’m satisfied, but it’s so quiet here. Nowadays I often think that maybe I could die. You have lost, but there’s no day that I really enjoy. So often I’m so deeply sad, when I seem oh so gay. Never thought that I’d go through that door. Never thought that I’d go through that door. Things have changed from day to day, the years have passed by now. It’s funny that since then our ways haven’t crossed so far somehow. I really never wanted this, but our life-rivers flow. Nowadays I often think that maybe I could die. You have lost, but there’s no day that I really enjoy. So often I’m so deeply sad, when I seem oh so gay. Never thought that I’d go through that door. Never thought that I’d go through that door. That day I have been so proud, I couldn’t play the drum too loud. And I didn’t look at you, I even never wanted to. But you didn’t stop to ask, you wanted to take me to task. I haven’t had a minute time, different things were on my mind. Now we’re older, children came, when I think of the past. We’ve lost sight of ourselves, big shit this is at last. Gigantic times we’ve spent together, they went away too fast. Today I know it’s all my fault. And one day I will die, without having told you, nothing changed here anyway. You’re the winner, so it was, and always been ok. What have I done, when I went through that door. What have I done, when I went through that door. What have I done, when I went through that door. © PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1996) - Harp: Dieter Schlierkamp - el. Guit./voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer  - 2004: Harp: Dieter Schlierkamp  - el. Guit./voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer – Acc.: Sabine Kersting – dr.: Martin Hagedorn