"We all have dreams in our head. 

Words in our mouth. Stories in our skin 

and ghosts in our hearts."

Fieber!

 I love P!NK !! Nein, nicht diese  Quietschfarbe. 
Ich meine P!NK.
Wer kennt das nicht, man kommt vom Konzert und ist total im Fieber.So gehts mir grad.
Ich war vor ein paar Tagen bei dem besten Konzert meines 18jährigen Lebens.War wirklich sehenswert.Und wenn einem ihre Musik nicht gefällt, dann würde es sich schon lohnen nur die Show zu bestaunen. Schwöre. 
Ach..noch ganz am Rande erwähnt,wenn ich groß bin habe ich mal eine geile P!nk-Frisur und ihren unglaublichen Körper. Jap, jap, jap.
  Ehm..um das noch klar zustellen, ich bin kein verrückter Groupie oder so.. Nein! Aber träumen darf man doch noch.. oder?

Was ist denn nun THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE??

Alecia in einem Interview:

„Man sollte Liebe nie als etwas Gegebenes verstehen, sondern sie immer hinterfragen und jeden Morgen neu danach suchen."

-Julia

My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it!

I was seven years old, when I got my first pair. 
And I stepped outside and I was like, 

"Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly!"

I hit that court and when I jumped, I jumped, 

I swear I got so high!

I touched the net! "Mom, I touched the net!" 

this is the best day of my life!

Air Max's were next, that air bubble, that mesh.

The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread.

In school I was so cool. I knew that I couldn't crease 'em.

My friends couldn't afford 'em - Four stripes on their Adidas.

On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros!

Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo.

Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope.

And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours.. whoa

See he just wanted a jump shot,

 but they wanted to start a cult though.

Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello.

You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro,

those were not tight.

I was trying to fly without leaving the ground,

Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right!

Wanted to be him,I wanted to be that guy, 

I wanted to touch the rim.

I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in,

I wanted what he had, America, it begins.

I want to fly

Can you take me far away?

Give me a star to reach for.

Tell me what it takes

and I'll go so high.

I'll go so high!

My feet won't touch the ground.

I stitch my wings

and pull the strings.

I bought these dreams

That all fall down.

We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it.

So expensive, damn! I just got to flaunt it,

Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shit

A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in!

Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid!

I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm part of a movement!

My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it!

They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said.

Look at what that swoosh did! 

See it consumed my thoughts!

Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box!

Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk.

That's my air bubble and I'm lost if it pops!

We are what we wear, we wear what we are!

But see I look inside the mirror 

and think Phil Knight tricked us all.

Will I stand for change or stay in my box

These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, 

off..

It started out with what I wear to school.

That first day, like these are what make you cool.

And this pair, this would be my parachute

so much more than just a pair of shoes

Nah, this is what I am.

What I wore, this is the source of my youth.

This dream that they sold to you.

For a hundred dollars and some change

Consumption is in the veins

and now I see it's just another pair of shoes..

Songs that acutally got a message.