Kunst verändert die Welt. Ist sie gekoppelt mit Musik(Therapie), führt das zu einem Booster an Heilung. In ihrem Album „Stripped“ packt Christina Aguilera aus mit Songtexten, die von ihrem Leben erzählen.
Wenn man mitsingt, sei es laut oder leise (Playback), findet man so auch Heilung für sich selber. Denn wir haben alle Ahnen-, Kindheits- & Schocktraumas, die sich teilweise ähnlich sind und die wir so in uns und für die Gemeinschaft heilen können.
Und als Zuckerl obendrauf: Singen ist Atemtraining!
Once upon a time there was a girl
In her early years she had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that she called home
Never knew just where to turn for shelter from the storm
Hurt me to see the pain across my mother′s face
Every time my father’s fist would put her in her place
Hearing all the yelling, I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon
Bruises fade, Father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake, I look back to yesterday
And I′m OK
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When it’s you that helped me put up all these walls I’ve built
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
The echo of a broken child screaming, «Please, no more»
Daddy, don′t you understand the damage you have done?
To you, it′s just a memory, but for me, it still lives on
Bruises fade, Father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so, so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake, I look back to yesterday
It’s not so easy to forget
All the marks you left along her neck
When I was thrown against cold stairs
And every day, I′m afraid to come home
In fear of what I might see next
Bruises fade, Father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love you gave
Every morning that I wake, I look back to yesterday
And I’m OK
I′m OK