Hotel California

The Club
 
Was it just the wine, the food, pleasant company or was it the music. Saturday night at the Club echoed to the beat of Rock n Roll, smooth melodic love songs through to foot tapping, skirt swirling Rock around the Clock.
 
Sure enough Ive been here before, on my birthday, in fact it was my 56 th birthday. Did I want to go back to how I felt then, not on your ‘nelly’, no thank you I’m perfectly content with who I am right now.
 
She walked in with a group of other young woman and stood at the bar chatting and drinking. She was tall, brunette, stunning big round eyes, and oh yes…stunning big round everything.
 
It seemed as if the Rock’ n ‘Roll had slowed down to a waltz and everyone in the room faded back to the walls and stood and watched.
 
I walked across the room striding with confidence; music playing,
 
"Your just too good to be true."
 
Music are the words I speak.
Her eyes met mine.
 
" I can’t take my eyes of you."
 
I was in her arms now, soft, warm, inviting, and a paradise of sensation.
 
"You feel like heaven to touch"
 
As her arms slid down my back and suggestively grabbed at my buttocks.
 
"I want to hold you so much."
 
We whirled around the floor, her jeans and tight fitting top faded to a sheer, delicate; ball gown in my imagination.
 
Violinists waltzed around us the symphony of musical delight.
 
Suddenly the gulf between us was twenty feet wide and I still had to walk the last ten feet to her, the duo on the stage struck up their guitars, synthesized sound echoed stridently across the smoke filled club.
The words had changed, the song had changed. This was reality.
 
"Welcome to the hotel California."
 
My steps faltered as I near, she turned to look at me. They all turned.
 
"It’s such a lovely place, such a lovely place."
 
She was taller than I had thought, statuesque and beautiful. Her Brunette hair fell down to her shoulders; the bareness of her low cut top exposed a tattoo over her left breast. A devil with a pitchfork!
 
The violins had faded and the patrons pushed and jostled.
 
"Plenty of room at the hotel California, any time of year you will find me here."
 
She turned, lit a cigarette, scratched her bare mid rip, breathing in her breasts heaving in open invitation to me.
 
Looking at me she said
 
"Could I have another Bundy and Coke waiter?"
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HOTEL CALIFORNIA The Eagles (D. Felder, D. Henley, G. Frey)
On a dark desert highway,
cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitis rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance,
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy,
and my sight grew dimmer 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,
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt”>I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
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 bends
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 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 nightman,
We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
but you can never leave