The songs below are by my band.
Mr. Marchbanks
Charade (Wash, Rinse, Repeat)
My name is Oliver, and I want to marry Lucy Rose.
[your tongue the tide, your lips the shore]
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"You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there, trying to forget the sad things that happened to me."
"He who confuses political liberty with freedom and political equality with similarity has never thought for five minutes about either."
"An interesting fact about white people is that they firmly believe all of the world’s problems can be solved through ‘awareness’—meaning the process of making other people aware of problems, magically causing someone else, like the government, to fix it.
This belief allows them to feel that sweet self-satisfaction without actually having to solve anything or face any difficult challenges, because the only challenge of raising awareness is getting the attention of people who are currently unaware.
What makes this even more appealing for white people is that you can raise ‘awareness’ through expensive dinners, parties, marathons, T-shirts, fashion shows, concerts, and bracelets. In other words, white people just have to keep doing stuff they like, except that now they can feel better about making a difference.
So, to summarize: you get all the benefits of helping (self-satisfaction, telling other people) but no need for difficult decisions or the ensuing criticism. (How do you criticize awareness?) Once again, white people find a way to score that sweet double victory."
"The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"I’d rather spend my night with you,” said the blogger to his laptop. “You just understand me better than they do."
"People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use."
"I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong."
"Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle—it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not an act of bitterness. It’s an act of self-preservation. It’s not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?"
"For just one second, look at your life and see how perfect it is. Stop looking for the next secret door that is going to lead you to your real life. Stop waiting. This is it: there’s nothing else. It’s here, and you’d better decide to enjoy it or you’re going to be miserable wherever you go, for the rest of your life, forever."
"Part of me still loves. More of me doesn’t."
