Lyrics:
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? Cant 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 Im
standing in the queue, thats the time I dont see any land. All the people feed
fat ducks, I dont 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? Cant 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
weathers 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 dont you stay at home? I
also observe all the people till today. Will I ever believe it, or is it just my fault?
Cant 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? Cant 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 Jews 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,
youre 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 theyre 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, youre terrified, but for changes
youre too low. Come on, come on, theres more, much more you could do. Just get
out, get out of here, into a brand-new world. Make your stand, what you want, cant
be impossible, when youve got new problems to solve. Youve got the hobbies
that you do, play the trumpet, read a book. And you grow up in your dreams, youre
Louis Armstrong or Einstein. Dont you see what you neglect, while youre
getting older. And you see that nothing will ever change your life. Come on, come on,
theres more, much more you could do. Just get out, get out of here, into a brand-new
world. Make your stand, what you want, cant be impossible, when youve 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, theres
more, much more you could do. Just get out, get out of here, into a brand-new world. Make
your stand, what you want, cant be impossible, when youve 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? - Im sitting here and listen to what youre talking from,
you cant hear me whispering, youre prattlin on and on. I look in your
eyes when youre bubblin this stuff, you are so stupid that youre
standing above. You think youre better than the people youre talking from, but
when Im going home, Im laughing on and on. When you talk about politics and
about foolish workers, and if youre asked, you dont even know whats
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 youre not to endure. Then so much shit is
twaddle, its torture pure. If you hear yourself talking, youre satisfied, So
often you lose the thread, its terrified. God, did you give them any brain? God, did
you give them any brain? You always told me, Im more worth than my friends, and I
should disappear before my youth ends. And if I followed you and this is really
funny, Id 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, youre completely below! Today I
know, I could not have done it better. If I dont talk this mud, it doesnt
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 youve said, that you fooled me evrytime we met.
I imagined being you, and to make all the things just like you do. But I know now, today,
Ill do it on my own. You are skilled, but, of course, youre not alone. Good
ole friend here, youve won every fight. Youre the winner of evry game
youve 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, its 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 dont know whether its right. Whether my
decision was right or wrong, whether distances short or long, whos interested
in today? And I see your asking eyes again, and again Im 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
theyre going the same quick. And I think: This ones the right one!
And shes 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 Ive really never been before, and this
feels so strange to me. In older times Ive always asked for more, and today I only
want is she. And then theres coming the right one for me, but I always
think of you. Because nothing can replace you, and theres nothing really I can do.
Im dependent from you! Theres a white car in front of my door, and in myself I
hope its you. But I know, Ill never see you again, the chance I had is gone,
my friends, Ive 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 were 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, didnt
say that I would go. Things Ive said it all wasnt right, didnt
even say Hello! And its still burning, Lady, right between my eyes, oh,
my Lady. I worked on me, but now its much too late, Lady, right between my eyes. When
Im coming from the stage now, I see the boys and girls. I see how theyre
enjoying, that I cant tell you just how much it hurts. Im sitting in the hotel
rooms, sometimes with good old friends. I Imagine your little bright face, in old times I
couldnt see the sense. And I just call, Lady, deep inside my heart, youre my
Lady. If you were here, I dont know what Id do. Oh my Lady, just between the
eyes, its 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 its 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, Im
not in the game. Dont spend my time. Ive got no blame. Dont tell me
things. You know, Ive lost my aims. Lets get out now, throw away our pain.
Lets leave the room now, and get out in the lane. Get out to dance, right into the
rain. Lets jump up high, weve never been tame! Lets leave the village, lets
leave the chain. Well lose or win, to get pain or gain. Once well 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? Ill go to work. I know its not the big fame. I think I
know what I do. I sometimes wait with strain. Ill keep it in my mind, till now
its only a frame. Give me facts. Dont 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 musics over, the friends
are going home. You dont spend any time in retiring. In you wakes up the rover, you
dont want to be alone. So youre starting to inquire. What the hell is
going on?, youre thinking on and on. Then you see the saving light. So you
continue the way that leads to rescue. Peoples noise makes you feel bright. At
Walters place youre in the mood still after midnight. And you still meet
friends when the villages sleeping. The jukeboxs playing until sunrise. And
you see the people homewards creeping. Youre playing darts there with absolutely
strangers, and youre drinking wine and beer. Youre laughing loudly without any
behaviour. Long, long ago you lost your fear. They all seem to be your best friends, the
best youve ever had, with none of yours youve had such fun yet. But this
coincidence, how absolutely mad, is really daily at the young lad. At Walters
place
And the discussions getting more and more important, you utterly forget
the time, the next sentence really is so intellent, must be said before its out of
mind. And in the meantime everybodys bubbling, so lout, that nobody can listen, and
for his view everybodys struggling, without that something would be missed. At
Walters 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, youre in
the midst there of the fight. And Walters shouting: Get everybody out
here!. And all you hear is loudly laughter. Theyre shaking hands, and reaching
for a new beer, At Walter it looks like at the slaughter. At Walters 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? - Were sailing in the same boat, and that is all our pain.
Were laughing bout the same jokes makes rumble in our brains. One
day it will be too much thats what Ive ever said. After bubbling
all these fudge nothing more can go ahead. When you ever understand all your surroundings,
then its nothing new somehow. When you start to repeat the older happenings, the
results can be foretold. As if you didnt know what happened in the past times. Dont
put on your asking look, at this time I dont mind. This is not only just a state of
mine. And I wont tell you what to do. So come on now, lets get out of here.
You cant always hide away. Come on, get out of here. You cant always sit and
pray. These words are loud and clear. You will have to pay today, but you must say.
Dont stare at me with empty eyes, cos I wont help you now. I think, I
would be too amazed, if youd react somehow. You always told me, youre the
maker, so confident, so sure. But not to fall down, I could hate you, I anticipated you
before. But youll never understand all your surroundings, though theyre
nothing new somehow. You have started to repeat the older happenings, and now results can
be foretold. As if you didnt know what happened in the past times. Dont put on
your asking look, at this time I dont mind. This is not only just a state of mine. And
I wont tell you what to do. So come on now, lets get out of here. You
cant always hide away. Come on, get out of here. You cant always sit and pray.
These words are loud and clear. You will have to pay today, but you must say. But
youll never understand all your surroundings, though theyre nothing new
somehow. You have started to repeat the older happenings, and now results can be foretold.
As if you didnt know what happened in the past times. Dont put on your asking
look, at this time I dont mind. This is not only just a state of mine. And I
wont tell you what to do. So come on now, lets get out of here. You cant
always hide away. Come on, get out of here. You cant 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