Bleed It Out (Linkin Park)

Fuck this hurts, I won’t lieDoesn't matter how hard I tryHalf the words don't mean a thingAnd I know that I won't be satisfied
So why try ignoring him?

I Ran (So Far Away) (A Flock of Seagulls)

And I ran, I ran so far away
I just ran, I ran all night and day
I couldn't get away

Can you feel the love tonight? (Elton Jhon)

La Foule (Edith Piaf)

I like storms.
They let me know that even the sky,
Screams sometimes too.

She laughed. It was the first time I had ever heard her laugh. I watched her face.
‘You are sweet,’ she said.
‘No, I’m not.’
‘Yes. You are a dear. I’d be glad to kiss you if you don’t mind.’
I looked in her eyes and put my arm around her as I had before and kissed her. I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight. I was still angry and as I held her suddenly she shivered. I held her close against me and could feel her heart beating and her lips opened and her head went back against my hand and then she was crying on my shoulder.
‘Oh, darling,’ she said. ‘You will be good to me, won’t you?’

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence.
Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.

Via Con Me (Paolo Conte)

Via, via, vieni via di qui,

Niente più ti lega a questi luoghi,

Neanche questi fiori azzurri

Via, via, vieni via con me

entra in questo amore buio,

non perderti per niente al mondo

"Si practiqué el sexo, fuera de lo convencional, es una cosa: pero disfrutarlo.. Parecía una guerra perdida. Acompañé al hombre en el acto, en una parte extrovertida de mí misma y de la vida. Me zambullí en ello, pero no en el sexo, eso parecía ser el placer de ellos. Todo lo que obtuve fue el placer de sentirme deseada.. Yo supongo, y de obtener un poco de ternura (ni siquiera suficiente) que el hombre da cuando está satisfecho. Complaciente debo decir, que soy la peor amante en los cinco continentes."

-Martha Gellhorn

This Is War (Thirty Seconds to Mars)

Walking On The Moon (The Police)

One Night in Bangkok (Murray Head)

I Can't Stop Loving You (Phil Collins)

Five Years Time (Noah And The Whale)

Oh, well in 5 years time
We could be walking around a zoo
With the sun shining down over me and you
And there will be love in the bodies of the elephants too
And I'll put my hands over your eyes but you'll peek through

And there will be sun sun sun all over our bodies
And sun sun sun all down our necks
And there will be sun sun sun all over our faces
And sun sun sun so what the heck

'Cos I'll be laughing at all your silly little jokes
And we'll be laughing about how we used to smoke
All those stupid little cigarettes and drink stupid wine
'Cos it's what we needed to have a good time

But it was fun fun fun when we were drinking
And it was fun fun fun when we were drunk
And it was fun fun fun when we were laughing
And it was fun fun fun, oh it was fun

Oh, well I'll look at you and say it's the happiest I've ever been
And I'll say I know how you feel, I have to be James Dean
And she'll say yeah well I feel oh pretty happy too
And I'm always pretty happy when I'm just kicking back with you

And it'll be love love love all through our bodies
And it'll be love love love all through our minds
And it'll be love love love all over her face
And love love love all over mine

And though really all these moments are just in my head
I'll be thinking about them as I'm lying in bed
And I know that really it might not even come true
But in my mind I'm having a pretty good time with you

Oh in 5 years time I might not know you
In 5 years time we might not speak
In 5 years time we might not get along
In 5 years time you might just prove me wrong

Oh there will be love love love wherever you go

Take me out (Franz Ferdinand)

What i am gonna do with you? (Barry White)

Livin' On A Prayer (Bon Jovi)

Carry On Wayward Son (Kansas)

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say

Masquerading as a man with a reason

My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say

Another Day (Paul McCartney)