According to the book of revelation, The Hotel California is ( equally ): A Habitation Of Demons, A Prison For Every Foul Spirit, and A Cage For Every Unclean And Hated Bird!
But, of course, you probably don't believe me.So, why not watch The Following Musical Video for: " Hotel California " - because, in the much grander scheme of things, You Might Just Be Glad That You Did....
America In Prophecy
Hotel California ( 1979 ) by:The Eagles. [ " We're all just prisoners here; of our own device... " ]
Hotel California:Is A Prophetical Song
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. 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 place ) ' Such a lovely face ' ' There's plenty of room at the Hotel California ' ' Any time of year ' ( any time of year ) ' You can find it here ' Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, She's got the Mercedes Benz. She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys - that 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 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 place ) ' Such a lovely face ' They're living it up at the Hotel California. What a nice surprise! ( what a nice surprise! ) Bring your alibis.... Mirrors on the ceiling, 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 programed to receive ' ' You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave! '
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