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Talking about the families that ventured to the West;
"...They had a tool or a weapon that is also nearly gone, or perhaps it is only dormant for a while. It is argued that because they believed thoroughly in a just, moral God they could put their faith there and let the smaller securities take care of themselves. But I think that because they trusted themselves and respected themsleves as individuals, because they knew beyond doubt that they were valueable and potentially moral units - because of this they could give God their own courage and dignity and then recieve it back. Such things have disappeared perhaps because men do not trust themselves any more, and when that happens there is nothing left except perhaps to find some strong sure man, even though he may be wrong, and to dangle from his coattails."
"...nearly all men are afraid and they don't even know what causes their fear - shadows, perplecities, dangers without names or nembers, fear of a careless death."-Cyrus
"When a child first catches adults out - when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence, that thie judgements are not always wise, their thinking tru, thei sentences just - his world falls into panic desolation. The hods are fallend and all safety is fone. And there is one sure things about the fall of the gods: they do not fall a little: they crash and shatter into green muck. It is a tredious job to built them up again; they never quite shine. And the childs' world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing."
and one from Joan of Arcadia
"Do you know what innocence is Joan? Well, it's more than an absence of guilt. It's a belief that there is goodness in the face of cruelty and pain. Some place you still feel that way...and that's me, and I'll always be there."
So sick, so sick of being tired.
And oh so tired of being sick...
So obviously desperate, so desperatly obvious.
So good at setting bad examples.
-Taking Back Sunday
"Brand New Colony" - The Postal Sevice
I'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and
served with the table set in my finest suit
like a perfect gentleman.
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the
ancient brick where you will sit
and contemplate your day.
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tub when your
judgement's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as you're lying there, drifting off
to sleep... drifting off to sleep...
I'll be your platform shoes; undo what heredity's done to you:
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes.
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat with the collar up so
you won't catch a cold.
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
and kiss you on the mouth.
We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of
this scene, start a brand new colony.
Where everything will change, we'll give
ourselves new names. Identities erased.
The sun will heat the grounds, under our bare
feet in this brand new colony.
Brand new colony...
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
from "Nothing Better" by The Postal Service