SPEAKING OF HAIRDRYERS

and the 80ies and how this fits together =D

well you can call yourself lucky, because you don't have my head on your shoulders. normally the aching in there is a result of stampeding thoughts that get themself some bruises on the inside of the skull (i told them a thousand times they should move a bit slower but noooooo ... the little bastards have to jump around like crazy) anyway... today the hurting in there is a result of an evil weather-phaenomenon called "föhn" which also means tadah "hairdryer" and doubletadah is translated to english with "foehn" so it seems you know what i'm talking about.

if you don't here we go ... at föhn (i like the umlaute - is it ok if i use them?) cool air is lying on top of the warm air, so the warm air cannot escape, but the warm air is old and breathed in and out a lot of times, she really deserves to be refreshes with some oxygen, but the cold bastard wouldn't let her go so she gets mad and refuses to be healthy anymore, and because she is so angry, she builds up a lot of pressure and because i'm a sensible little thing i notice that and it makes my head ache ... get me that cold air so i can kick its ass!!

(if anyone can explain the föhn-phaenomenon any better - feel free ... tsk, smartass!)

plus it's fullmoon too, so i cannot sleep ... i guess the universe is bored and plays mean games with me ... so this is for you miss universe ... it's just a rhetorical question

artist: culture club
song: do you really want to hurt me
album: kissing to be clever

give me time
to realize my crime
let me love and steal
i have danced
inside your eyes
how can i be real
do you really want to hurt me
do you really want to make me cry
precious kisses words that burn me
lovers never ask you why
in my heart
the fires burning
choose my colour
find a star
precious people always tell me
that's a step
a step too far
do you really want to hurt me
do you really want to make me cry
do you really want to hurt me
do you really want to make me cry
words are few
i have spoken
i could waste a thousand years
wrapped in sorrow
words are token
come inside and catch my tears
you've been talking but believe me
if it's true
you do not know
this boy loves without a reason
i'm prepared to let you go
if it's love you want from me
then take it away
everything is not what you see
it's over today