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Post by Grace Hilkins on Apr 18, 2008 12:17:30 GMT -5
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 she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say...Simple enough, no? In the 1700's a building was built to quarentine those that had fallen sick with an epidemic that suddenly struck the small town of Redbrooke, California. Fevers raged, rashes broke out and all over the town, people were dying. But did they really ever leave? 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 hereIt's the year 1967 and times have changed. The building was re-modelled to be an old-fasioned hotel. Beautiful, and large but the town had withered and died away, buissness dropped and soon there was nothing but the hotel left. Building were abandoned and they slowly crumbled to the ground. 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 The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beastNow it's 2008 and strange disappearences have been happening along a lonley stretch of the highway. The hotel still stands, in it's full glory, people check into the Hotel California... but they never check out
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