Voyager
01-22-2006, 01:30 AM
(*Trigger Warning)
I modified the words a little. See if you can tell which ones:
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 a 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 the pastor lit up a candle and he 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
His mind is tiffany-twisted, he's got the Mercedes Benz
He's got a lot of pretty, yes-men "elders", that he calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the pastor,
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We've had the new wine of the Spirit here since 1969."
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, if pay your tithes
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, "We are all just followers here, we've given up our minds."
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
Most of them are filled with guilt and shame,
and fear the Number of 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 pastor cult/leader,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
:cool:
I modified the words a little. See if you can tell which ones:
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 a 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 the pastor lit up a candle and he 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
His mind is tiffany-twisted, he's got the Mercedes Benz
He's got a lot of pretty, yes-men "elders", that he calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the pastor,
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We've had the new wine of the Spirit here since 1969."
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, if pay your tithes
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, "We are all just followers here, we've given up our minds."
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
Most of them are filled with guilt and shame,
and fear the Number of 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 pastor cult/leader,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
:cool: