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The Park - When I walk into the park I remember all the years, all the week and the months and the days. And I look into their eyes and all I see is stupidity how could I hold out this all the years? When I walk into the park Baby Buggies touch my calf, but the babies never see anything. (‘cos) on the left side there walk uncles, on the right side roll fat aunts to watch out what the summer will bring. Will I ever believe it, or is it just my fault? Can’t you watch me dying here, but all I wanna say is just if I were away, then I could neither stay ‘cos another park would blow my dreams away. When I walk into the park, and I’m standing in the queue, that’s the time I don’t see any land. All the people feed fat ducks, I don’t know how to get there through I wish a handgrenade would make a quick end. And I think to myself, do they have no other things to do then let their children shit next to the trees? All the mud there on the ways smells just like a rotten tooth and it sticks merciless under your feet. Will I ever believe it, or is it just my fault? Can’t you watch me dying here, but all I wanna say is just if I were away, then I could neither stay ‘cos another park would blow my dreams away. And if the weather’s not so fine, they stream into the pubs hinein staff fancy cakes with coffee into themselves. After that the sausages with champagne give them all the rest when they go home their stomachs dispair. I remember older days, all the Sunday afternoons they were spend exactly all the same. And I think then to myself, why don’t you stay at home? I also observe all the people till today. Will I ever believe it, or is it just my fault? Can’t you watch me dying here, but all I wanna say is just if I were away, then I could neither stay ‘cos another park would blow my dreams away. Will I ever believe it, or is it just my fault? Can’t you watch me dying here, but all I wanna say is just if I were away, then I could neither stay ‘cos another park would blow my dreams away. ã PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1991) - Banjo / voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass.: Christian Zimmer – ac. guit.: Dieter Tinkloh - Washboard: Sandra Renghausen – Jew’s Harp: Sabine Kersting – dr.: Ludger Witthoff  

New problems to solve - When you wake up in the morning, stand up, go to work, in the afternoon, when you go home, you’re glad not hear any more. In the evening, you go for a walk, and you see how left you are, like an old man waiting for his death. And you always see the others, and you think they’re feeling great, you paint multicoloured pictures of their lives for which you still wait. And you never will be satisfied, and that is what you know, that it never stops, you’re terrified, but for changes you’re too low. Come on, come on, there’s more, much more you could do. Just get out, get out of here, into a brand-new world. Make your stand, what you want, can’t be impossible, when you’ve got new problems to solve. You’ve got the hobbies that you do, play the trumpet, read a book. And you grow up in your dreams, you’re Louis Armstrong or Einstein. Don’t you see what you neglect, while you’re getting older. And you see that nothing will ever change your life. Come on, come on, there’s more, much more you could do. Just get out, get out of here, into a brand-new world. Make your stand, what you want, can’t be impossible, when you’ve got new problems to solve. Being older, being rich. Having a good time, with so nice old friends. What for? What is it good for? Do you want them to look up to you? You want your photo in the local press? Or do you see – how lonely you are, how you avoid and how you miss your time. So come on, so come on, so come on, so come on, so come on, so come on, so come on, so come on, come on, you need some new problems to solve. Come on, come on, there’s more, much more you could do. Just get out, get out of here, into a brand-new world. Make your stand, what you want, can’t be impossible, when you’ve got new problems to solve. ã PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (1990) - m: Dieter Tinkloh, Matthias Kersting (1990) - ac. Guit. / voc.: Dieter Tinkloh – el. guit./ Backgr. voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer - Backgr. voc.: Sabine Kersting - Backgr. voc.: Sandra Rengshausen – 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 twaddle, 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? ã 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 

Exitus - I just know it. I know, it was wrong. It was wrong to wait for you so long. And I know now today, remembering the things you’ve said, that you fooled me ev’rytime we met. I imagined being you, and to make all the things just like you do. But I know now, today, I’ll do it on my own. You are skilled, but, of course, you’re not alone. Good ole friend here, you’ve won every fight. You’re the winner of ev’ry game you’ve played. And you know ‘till today, that I have always lost, but only I know how much it really costs. Wishing being you, the dizziest thing to do, covering other guys, with different mistakes. I knew it all the years, spent so many tears, but nevertheless I did it ‘till today. See you sitting here so cool. The look in your eyes is cold just as a tool. And this time today, I know that you have lost, and I know that you feel, it’s Exitus. ã PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1990) - ac. guit./voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer – harp: Dieter Tinkloh – Tamb./Shaker: Sandra Rengshausen – dr.: Ludger Witthoff

Without me - Tonight I read your letters. And I don’t know whether it’s right. Whether my decision was right or wrong, whether distance’s short or long, who’s interested in today? And I see your asking eyes again, and again I’m filled with guilt. When I laughed you always laughed with me. When I cried you always consoled me. With me, however I felt. Why on earth had I to go? Why did you believe me now? This was my personal TV-Show with niveau so low. And today I see you happy without me, without me. And the moon is shining on me, and my friends, they dance and drink. But I have lost the joy to it, and I want to stay at home a bit, always every day. And some other girls are coming, and they’re going the same quick. And I think: “This one’s the right one!” And she’s really very handsome, but always married. Why on earth had I to go? Why did you believe me now? This was my personal TV-Show with niveau so low. And today I see you happy without me, without me. In this state I’ve really never been before, and this feels so strange to me. In older times I’ve always asked for more, and today I only want is “she”. And then there’s coming the right one for me, but I always think of you. Because nothing can replace you, and there’s nothing really I can do. I’m dependent from you! There’s a white car in front of my door, and in myself I hope it’s you. But I know, I’ll never see you again, the chance I had is gone, my friends, I’ve lost you for my life! Why on earth had I to go? Just because I had you? This was my private TV-Show, how stupid to do. And now I see how you enjoy it without me, without me. Why on earth had I to go? Just because I had you? This was my private TV-Show, how stupid to do. And now I see how you enjoy it without me, without me. ã PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (1987) - m: Matthias Kersting (1990) Ac. Guit./voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer – el. Guit.: Dieter Tinkloh - guiro/Tamb.: Sabine Kersting – Clave/Chicken-Shake: Sandra Rengshausen - dr.: Ludger Witthoff

Lady - Used to say we’re on a journey, to swear that I could leave. When I saw you at different places, I tried to ignore the last eve. But I called you at the telephone, didn’t say that I would go. Things I’ve said – it all wasn’t right, didn’t even say “Hello!” And it’s still burning, Lady, right between my eyes, oh, my Lady. I worked on me, but now it’s much too late, Lady, right between my eyes. When I’m coming from the stage now, I see the boys and girls. I see how they’re enjoying, that I can’t tell you just how much it hurts. I’m sitting in the hotel rooms, sometimes with good old friends. I Imagine your little bright face, in old times I couldn’t see the sense. And I just call, Lady, deep inside my heart, you’re my Lady. If you were here, I don’t know what I’d do. Oh my Lady, just between the eyes, it’s burning, Lady, your long brown hair still claims a part of my life. Right between the eyes, pretty little Lady, but if you were, I know that it’s too late for us.  ã PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1988) - el. guit. / voc.: Matthias Kersting –  Harp:  Dieter Tinkloh – Bass: Christian Zimmer - Backgr. voc.: Sabine Kersting - Backgr. voc.: Sandra Rengshausen - dr.: Ludger Witthoff

Never been tame - Good Morning, girl. Tell me, what is your name? I think I lose my mind. I think, I’m not in the game. Don’t spend my time. I’ve got no blame. Don’t tell me things. You know, I’ve lost my aims. Let’s get out now, throw away our pain. Let’s leave the room now, and get out in the lane. Get out to dance, right into the rain. Let’s jump up high, we’ve never been tame! Let’s leave the village, let’s leave the chain. We’ll lose or win, to get pain or gain. Once we’ll go back, with filled-up brain. In the end it was lovely, but our lives are vain. Good Morning, girl. Tell me, what is your name? I’ll go to work. I know it’s not the big fame. I think I know what I do. I sometimes wait with strain. I’ll keep it in my mind, ‘till now it’s only a frame. Give me facts. Don’t show me the pane. Leave me alone, you do me things too lame. ã PLATTROCK - w + m: Matthias Kersting (1988) - el. guit./clapping/voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer – harp: Dieter Tinkloh - dr./clapping: Ludger Witthoff

Walter's place - The music’s over, the friends are going home. You don’t spend any time in retiring. In you wakes up the rover, you don’t want to be alone. So you’re starting to inquire. “What the hell is going on?”, you’re thinking on and on. Then you see the saving light. So you continue the way that leads to rescue. People’s noise makes you feel bright. At Walter’s place you’re in the mood still after midnight. And you still meet friends when the village’s sleeping. The jukebox’s playing until sunrise. And you see the people homewards creeping. You’re playing darts there with absolutely strangers, and you’re drinking wine and beer. You’re laughing loudly without any behaviour. Long, long ago you lost your fear. They all seem to be your best friends, the best you’ve ever had, with none of yours you’ve had such fun yet. But this coincidence, how absolutely mad, is really daily at the young lad. At Walter’s place… And the discussion’s getting more and more important, you utterly forget the time, the next sentence really is so intellent, must be said before it’s out of mind. And in the meantime everybody’s bubbling, so lout, that nobody can listen, and for his view everybody’s struggling, without that something would be missed. At Walter’s place… Then fists are flying and bottles they are falling, before you find a place to hide. Comprehending nothing and no more time for calling, you’re in the midst there of the fight. And Walter’s shouting: “Get everybody out here!”. And all you hear is loudly laughter. They’re shaking hands, and reaching for a new beer, At Walter it looks like at the slaughter. At Walter’s place… ã PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (1991) - m: Christian Zimmer (1991) Ac. Guit./Whistling/voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer – Triangle/Cymbal.: Sabine Kersting – Tamb.: Sandra Rengshausen - dr.: Ludger Witthoff

What happened in the past times? - We’re sailing in the same boat, and that is all our pain. We’re laughing ‘bout the same jokes – makes rumble in our brains. “One day it will be too much” – that’s what I’ve ever said. After bubbling all these fudge nothing more can go ahead. When you ever understand all your surroundings, then it’s nothing new somehow. When you start to repeat the older happenings, the results can be foretold. As if you didn’t know what happened in the past times. Don’t put on your asking look, at this time I don’t mind. This is not only just a state of mine. And I won’t tell you what to do. So come on now, let’s get out of here. You can’t always hide away. Come on, get out of here. You can’t always sit and pray. These words are loud and clear. You will have to pay today, but you must say. Don’t stare at me with empty eyes, ‘cos I won’t help you now. I think, I would be too amazed, if you’d react somehow. You always told me, you’re the maker, so confident, so sure. But not to fall down, I could hate you, I anticipated you before. But you’ll never understand all your surroundings, though they’re nothing new somehow. You have started to repeat the older happenings, and now results can be foretold. As if you didn’t know what happened in the past times. Don’t put on your asking look, at this time I don’t mind. This is not only just a state of mine. And I won’t tell you what to do. So come on now, let’s get out of here. You can’t always hide away. Come on, get out of here. You can’t always sit and pray. These words are loud and clear. You will have to pay today, but you must say. But you’ll never understand all your surroundings, though they’re nothing new somehow. You have started to repeat the older happenings, and now results can be foretold. As if you didn’t know what happened in the past times. Don’t put on your asking look, at this time I don’t mind. This is not only just a state of mine. And I won’t tell you what to do. So come on now, let’s get out of here. You can’t always hide away. Come on, get out of here. You can’t always sit and pray. These words are loud and clear. You will have to pay today, but you must say. ã PLATTROCK - w: Matthias Kersting (1991) - m: Christian Zimmer (1991) - Ac. Guit./Whistling/voc.: Matthias Kersting – Bass: Christian Zimmer – Triangle/Cymbal.: Sabine Kersting – Tamb.: Sandra Rengshausen - dr.: Ludger Witthoff