12:14 a.m. - Wednesday, Oct. 07, 2009
Buildings collapse in slow motion, and trains collide, everything is fine
So I spent the better half of last night searching for the ideal lyric that would express my mode. and i didn't find it. but now I have:
Sweethearts, by camper van Beethoven
The flowers bloom where you haved placed them
And the lady smiles, just like mom
Angels wings are icing over
McDonnell-Douglas olive drab
They bear the names of our sweethearts
And the captain smiles, as we crash
'Cause in the mind of Ronald Reagan
Wheels they turn and gears they grind
Buildings collapse in slow motion
And trains collide, everything is fine
Everything is fine
Everything is fine
