Thursday, October 21, 2010

Stoopid lyrics

Here's another installment of my blog feature 'Stoopid lyrics'.

A song's appearance here does NOT mean I think the song is stupid or that I don't like the song. In fact, often I like the songs a lot, but find the lyrics just don't make sense.

Judge for yourself!

performed by The Eagles

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place; Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place; Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise; bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like but you can never leave!'

Crush du Jour: Brian Woodi

3 comments:

anne marie in philly said...

"She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends" - I do...like you, fer instance!

Brian Woodi - heh heh heh, woodi...yes, I am a juvenile!

John Gray jgsheffield@hotmail.com said...

love the artistic bags!
just as a matter of interest I too have a twin sister!

truthspew said...

They were alluding to the state of course, San Francisco (Pretty Pretty Boys) and then other aspects of the California lifestyle.