Open your mouth. I can't read your mind.

Kennen sie das? Gehste bester Dinge auf'n Schwulenschwoof, triffste nach fünf Minuten zum ersten mal seit 3 Jahren dein Dauertrauma und zwei Minuten später dein aktuelles Trauma, und dir fällt nix Besseres ein, als beide nett zu grüßen. Nicht, dass Ersterer es nicht verdient hätte. Letzteren hätte man retrospektiv betrachtet vielleicht lieber zur Rede stellen oder alternativ unangespitzt in den Boden rammen sollen, aber shouldawouldacoulda... Doch die kotzenden Schmetterlinge im Bauch - das war ein bisschen viel. Da hilft nur Musik. Deswegen an dieser Stelle mal wieder eine aktuelle Auswahl bunter Melodeien, die mich in den letzten Tagen über die Runden gebracht haben:

Alex Clare - Tell Me What You Need

"Tell me what you need.
Throwing signs I cannot read.
Something's wrong.
How can we go on?
You're not a heart breaker,
but you're making my world break.
You world shaker.
You gotta dig deep.
'Cause your mind it screams and I can't sleep.
Can not sleep.

Open your mouth, I can't read your mind.
Speak to me, give me a sign.
Won't you just, won't you just...
Open your mouth, I can't read your mind.
I can't read your mind.

You used to talk all the time,
share your thoughts, 10 to the dime.
Something's changed.
Now you're acting strange.
I know that you care,
when I speak, just sit and stare.
I gotta dig deep,
'cause your mind's running wild and, and I can't sleep.
Can not sleep.

Open your mouth, I can't read your mind.
No, you don't have to walk away -
said you never would.
I never hear a word you say.
Don't speak when you should.
Speak to me, tell me what you need.
Won't you just open your mouth, I can't read your mind.
I can't read your mind.

Can not sleep, oh.
I can't read your mind.
Can not sleep.
Open your mouth, I can't read your mind.
No, you don't have to walk away -
said you never would.
I never hear a word you say.
Don't speak when you should.
Speak to me, tell me what you need.
Won't you just open your mouth, I can't read your mind.
I can't read your mind."

Emeli Sandé - Hurts

"Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts.
Loving you the way I do, it hurts.

Hold tight, it's a sing-along.
I'm alright, I'm alright, but I could be wrong, baby.
I know you remember me,
5-3 in the back of the lavory, come on.
You could at least try and look at me.
Oh man, oh man, what a tragedy, haha.
Bang, bang, there goes paradise,
I chill why we always had to roll the dice, la la.
Heartbeat in the regular.
Two seats in the back of the cinema, hazy.
Ah yeah, you're forgettin' it,
and all the mad shit we did after that, crazy.
Your heart, come on, baby,
I swear you're giving me shivers, shivers.

Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts.
Loving you the way I do, it hurts.
When all that's left to do is watch it burn.
Oh baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts.

Hold on, it's a marathon.
Run fast, run fast like the rivers run, goddamn.
Never seen in the restaurant,
I took a minute till the penny dropped, you know.
My tears don't fall too often,
but your knife is cuttin' me deep.
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep.

Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts.
Loving you the way I do, it hurts.
When all that's left to do is watch it burn.
Oh baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts.

It hurts the way that you pretend you don't remember.
It hurts the way that you forget our times together.
Like the time laid in bed when you said it's forever, baby.
I can't, I can't explain no more.

Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts.
Loving you the way I do, it hurts.
When all that's left to do is watch it burn.
Oh baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts.

Oh baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts.
Loving you the way I do, it hurts."


John Legend - Love Me Now

Guy Sebastian - Candle

...und schon ist's wieder besser. One day at a time.

*plöpp*