How many lyrics from the heydays are slapping you in the brain today? This one hit me randomly this week...

Posted by HappyFatLabs@reddit | GenX | View on Reddit | 58 comments

O' beautiful, for spacious skies

Now those skies are threatening

They're beating plowshares into swords

For this tired old man that we elected king

Armchair warriors often fail

And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales

The lawyers clean up all details

Since daddy had to lie

-- End of the Innocence, Don Henley 1989