It isn´t a simple song, it´s a symbol of an era, Luk thought that many things that happen in this letter says in Hostel Colonial, as happened at the mythical Hotel California.
Welcome to the Hostel Colonial
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...
Welcome to the Hostel Colonial
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hostel Colonial
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She 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 two thousand and four’
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 Hostel Colonial
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hostel Colonial
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
The 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 checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
Luk
Original song: Hotel California by Eagles
2 comments:
Hey brothers and sisters, Hostel Colonial is a South American Hotel California? We need to go to that place, it seems to be a pretty special place, there are thousands of posts of these dudes on the Internet. Good job.
Gran canción, linda idea, me voy pa´Buenos Aires a robarles un poco de magia y les llevo cuarteto y alfajores serranos. Besos, la Male de Traslasierra.
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