CARE DON'T CURE CDC, formerly known as Public Convenience, have existed since 1992, Holger on drums is the last of the founding members, the current line-up sees Markus on guitar, Schmidl (whom some could know from the space-rockers Duster 69) on bass and me (Boy-R) handling the vocal part. Our aim is to make positive music for positive people. Although not all of us are really straight edge, our sound is deeply rooted in the sXe scene - fast, emotional, melodic, West Coast tunes. This includes the lyrics as well, I like to call them "realistic thoughts by an idealistic mind". Due to extreme lazyness we have no releases yet. And this won't change... We decided that it's better to close this chapter and play a last, a farewell gig to our 10th anniversary in late 2002. To pass the time you are invited to read the lyrics on the bottom of this page.
	done - i can't blame the outside cause. i suppress the inside force. no sophisticated way to avoid my own lie. does responsibility mean to justify? faults happen caused by forces inside or outside, a guilty conscience comes and goes like water on the tides. a guilty conscience, or shall i say a bad? unguilty, deliberate, malicious, mad. (boy-r) hedonist - you call yourself a hedonist, no matter what this really means. you worship your telly set, your lifestyle magazines, take for granted that pleasure has no boundaries. x against x. the more expensive the stuff you wear, the less you really care about problems that mustn’t be, for you don’t have the eyes to see that lust too often causes recklessness. your so-called philosophy leads you to an emotional mess. don’t call it a principle cause it’s just a run for the best place to jump on the bandwagon. faster, higher, better, a logic of adrenalin. prince and princess of the air, lord and lady extreme. x against x. (boy-r) business-core - i met them after a gig and had the feeling i was talking against a wall. those kids didn’t understand a single word. i took them by the shoulder and told them hardcore didn’t start in 89 and that i’m not in this for commerce. i don’t want us to be seen as victims to the latest fashion. i hope we will be deaf enough for the bullshit of those who’d like to pull the strings. i’m older than some and younger than others, and i know my band is better than some and worse than others. i have other goals than selling discs. i’d rather split my band than being part of this pop scene. (boy-r) whores of war - do you like to kiss the dirt? do you fear neither devil, nor responsibility, nor your own soul? need more whores, go and give your life. need more whores, for an unknown pride. need more whores, trained to stand up and fight. need more whores, minimal mind. are you man enough to hide in the mass? do you feel the urge to substitute self-respect by a gun? soldiers are the whores of war. (boy-r) my god is nature - my testament is written on every leave of grass. i see a church in every shell. no blood of any feeling creature shall cover my hand. i don’t know any reason for a sacrifice. i protect what i believe. i believe in what i protect. i celebrate my service every minute i’m out in the woods. i feel baptized when i watch the sea. my trinity is defined by air, and water, and ground. lord and worshippers equally, both servants and priests. my heaven is on earth, and hell as well. the wildest beast won’t do any unnecessary harm, but we, the ‘pride of creation’ do. he or she who violates this paradise commits the worst sin of all. my god is nature, nature is my law. (boy-r) principles - i'll never be afraid of looking into the mirror and searching for my backbone, since i recognized it’s me who is responsible for my faults. my conscience has the final say, and i know my mind can be tempted, so combined with the power of spontaneity i follow one straight path. i stopped to justify my mind by the result of thoughtless deeds, and i stopped to find excuses. i know the benefit of setting my actions by my mind. i can’t name the values that have accompanied me on my way to identity, but it’s my principles that gave me the power to endure the sufferings on this journey. all of us are philosophers, the destination is truth. as far as i know where i come from, as far as i know where i am to go, as far as i know in whose debt i am, as far as i know what has stamped me, with respect to those who cross my way, i am so free to say: noone sets my rules but me, noone but my paves my way. (boy-r) so much more to do - i've lived my life to fast, seen so many friendships pass, maybe i've caused broken hearts and forfeit a lot of trust. i feel guilty for many a ceased hope. noone's to blame for vanished dreams but me. but i feel there's something i still can give: maybe i can help, there’s so much more to do. i won't throw away my last reason to exist. thunder in my heart, a stream of melting love, whatever was your fault that i tinged your whole life dark? is there something clear beyond this selfish cloud? i can't make things undone, now there's much more to do. for my family, and for my dear ones, and for my brothers and my sisters in the fields and in the woods: theres's so much more to do. (boy-r) count on you - i met you at parties, i met you by chance, you entered the family of my friends. you tried to look behind my sometimes unfriendly facade, but if you ask the least favour of me i'll give it all back. so much fun playing games with you. it's great to be in a band with you. i'm proud to be a member of the same crew as you. just call me your friend and i'll be there for you. you know my strength and you know my failings, and i know what it means when you show respect. you know how to stop me when i've gone to far, and i know to whom to turn to when i'm feeling down. i count on you my friend. (boy-r)		youth is more than an age - i don't bear the secret of eternal youth and i don't consider it the ideal of beauty, but haven't you ever feared the time when you lose your curiosity, when you don't care about the changes around you anymore? youth is more than an age, it's a state of mind, it's the time when i feel i have the power to rule the world. i'm not going to sing praises on health and beauty, but i praise a strong and clear spirit. youth means extremes, and sometimes it just takes extremes, and emotions, and excitement, don't be afraid of subjective views. i shall never lose the urge to learn and to be curious, maybe i have to appear aggressive sometimes, but i really don't want to offend the elders, or the handicapped, or anyone else. i don't judge anyone by his age, i just believe in the power of a youthful attitude, in the spirit of youth. (boy-r) trust - some shouldn't wonder why i'll never turn my back on them, cause those who don't tell me the truth don't seem to know how they hurt me. just keep on calling me naive but i still want to believe in trust. trust is what i want to feel. we always hurt the ones we love the most. why can't we just be so honest to ourselves? trust's akin to 'true' and seems to derive from the 'tree', and this tree serves as a sign for the steadiness i wish for you and me. i'm not the person to shut my mouth when i can't stand what's going on, and i hope that i still have the balls to tell it to your face. (boy-r) it's our duty - have you ever tried to refuse a baby's smile lying there in its small, smug crib? all my life i stood to gain from trust and harmony. my urge to love could be fulfilled in the family. and i could realize that to keep that circle of love alive i'm endowed with this innate desire to bring up my own child. it's our duty. think about it, hey lady, and i kiss you. think about it, hey man, and i love you. i shan't call you selfish if you still think that duty doesn't seem to tie in with individuality, but isn't it most personal to hand down your qualities to somebody who might follow up your own dreams? we're always on the look-out for a 'new' meaning of life, yet we could stick to what mother earth provides. i ain't gonna live just for myself, i'm willing to make this sacrifice: every dime and all my time i'm going to provide for my child. (boy-r) cure the symptoms? - don't tell me anything about the necessity to react, cause the way we act seems not to fit the future of our kids. we jump out of the frying-pan right into the fire and complain about the fact that it hurts, why can't we learn from our faults? try to find the cause, don't cure the symptoms. (boy-r) freedom of thought - my mind can't be tied, so i'm sick of justifying my thoughts. despite my daydreams i still can face the truth. the way i think needn't be the way i act, but it makes sure that i'm aware of what i do. freedom of thought. on my peaceful fight for what i think is right, on my peaceful fight against what i think is wrong, the opportunity to choose, the ability to decide, the gift to think has made me strong. (boy-r) 40 per cent nation - white curtains, washed brains it's a 40 per cent nation. stultified in conformity we'll become members of the 40 per cent nation. no friends, just more trends in a 40 per cent nation. our armchair mentality makes us slaves to this 40 per cent nation. 40 per cent less calories is the label of a well-played confidence game. 40 per cent more contents but the taste of chicken still remains the same. bad actors with the charm of a b-movie corpse are to take control of our thoughts. yet a remedy for an inferiority complex can't be wrapped in multi-coloured bags. with more self-confidence, smash this 40 per cent nation. no more 40 per cent nation. (boy-r) hardcore he-man - coolness just can't be bought, no matter what stuff you wear. cut off the cords of arrogance and not just your hair. choke calls you a loser and that's what i do, too. strength through unity is my aim, but not with you. more than music, more than fashion, more than violence, more than tough guys. more than tough guys, ban the guns. come with us, we're in for fun. you were mother's darling just half a year ago, now you call yourself a motherfucker with your self-esteem so low. destroy my dream of a cool scene as long as you swim with the tide. slamming, diving, jumping, skating turned out to be a fight. i know what's straight and you don't, that's not the point i disapprove. you think you're in and call me out but i am still proud of what i do and what i say. yet i have to ask where has it gone? reborn dead? the so-called hardcore pride. (boy-r)