AEROSMITH: "Get A Grip"

You get a better grip on life when you organize it around a few personal projects. A course, a hobby, a club membership, a holiday you plan, a personal goal you try to achieve. Don’t bother if they seem meaningless to others, as long as they are meaning-more to you. No need to bite more than you can chew; just pick a few. Don’t bury your treasures to hide them for others. Dig them up, and show them to the world. Don’t sit down, but walk. Don’t wave at the moving train, but hop on it. Don’t stay on shore, but sail.

NENA: “99 Lüftballons”

…as if a balloon carries you to unknown horizons…
Drift away, surrender, and let the winds steer you
There’s no roadmap in the skies
No arrows or clear marks at any junction
No choices to be made
Close your eyes
Be free

THE POLICE: “Message In A Bottle”

My head is a glass bottle in a chemistry lab; something’s brewing but its formula has yet to be deciphered. Ideas pinch me with sticky fingers in a mass of rising dough; something's being baked in the pastry shop but I can't see what it is. I smell the tempting air from a distance, as it escapes from the bakery door, not coincidentally left open. It takes an open door too, for the condensation to disappear from the mirror after taking a shower; but the image will become clear eventually.

NATASHA BEDINGFIELD: "Pocket Full Of Sunshine"

“Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadows.” (Helen Keller)

ENYA: "May It Be"

Peru

BELINDA CARLISLE: "Circle In The Sand"

The paradox of perfection is that it's lost while striving for it.

DIANA ROSS: "If We Hold On Together"

There are moments when total happiness comes so close that it’s almost touchable, even nearer than the comfort zone in which speaking becomes impossible, yet unnecessary as well. It blows like a breeze around the top of a hill; it whistles carelessly like the invisible bird somewhere at its foot. It’s the same sun that sets as it did every earlier day of your life; but it’s not the same you watching it.
There’s as much care in a simple question about the meaning of a word as there is tenderness in a head resting on a shoulder. The days are shorter and longer than ever; the horizon is wider than it used to be, and the skies much higher. You don’t need to seek out a star to make a wish come true. They fall by the dozens and dazzle your head until you can’t sleep no more.

THE BANGLES: "Eternal Flame"

Close your eyes, give me your hand...

MICHAEL JACKSON: "This Is It"

“The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” (Allan K. Chalmers)

This is Grand.

METALLICA: "Master Of Puppets"

Some opportunities are golden; others are merely gold-plated. It takes a knowledgeable goldsmith to find out the difference. Or just some common sense, that helps too. Deep inside, we know the answers to seemingly unsolvable questions. It’s just a matter of wanting to know them sometimes. Our hands are tight, fearful to acknowledge a feeling, as if we are puppet players who let our puppet-on-a-string wait to perform, safely behind the curtain.
So why practise a skill, if you don't intend to use it? Why fall in love, if you don't dare to tell the other person? Why be happy, if you don’t want to smile? A stage is pointless without actors climbing onto it; a pool need not be dug out if no one plans to swim. We only make sense through others. On our own, we don't need mirrors. We only need them to resemble others. Vanity is an indistinct puddle of shattered dreams; a dark pool of betrayal to oneself. Pure essence reflects in dazzling sunlight on a mountain river. A hand reaching for the rocks on the sea bed; they wear a see-through dress of ice-cold water. Seek out a flat one, pick it up and throw it away as hard as you possibly can. See how many times you can make it bounce before it sinks to its new destiny.