You may have heard stuff like... this song if played in reverse is a song to call the devil or this song is a song actually on devil worship etc etc....well but i have a totally different explanation for this song.
Well actually this song was explained to me by my friend...He sang the song...then he explained the song....and then he sang the song again...(it would be an under statement if i told you that all throughout that session we were stoned....it should be understood by now)...
So here it goes.....i am sharing this knowledge with all you people...
- i would suggest that you also follow the same steps of first listening to the song and then reading the explanation and then if you want you can listen to the song again....
- or you can just read the explanation.......but whatever you do it would be really nice if you could leave a comment. And before I begin i just want to add that this may not be the actual meaning of this song, its just an interpretation...
Do you have a so called bad habit like smoking, drinking, doping etc etc...well if yes then think about this song as a person explaing his entire journey of his habit...that is from how he got into this so called bad habit to how he tried to come out of it.....
So here goes... (let us look at this song considering that the so called bad habit is smoking)
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
(Life was normal, life was going well)
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
(There came a moment where I faced some problems, I thought smoking would relieve me of the stress)
I had to stop for the night
(I thought "Why not give it a try")
There she stood in the doorway;
(So I picked my first cigerette)
I heard the mission bell
(Just before I could light it I got a wierd feeling)
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell
(I thought that this could either be good or bad for me)
’Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
(Anyway I lit the cigarette and took my first drag)
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
(While I smoked my cigarette I thought I was hearing voices telling me 'Welcome to the world of smoking')
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
(The voices told me that it was a good thing and it was not going to harm me)
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
(They said "there are many smokers but there is always room for more")
Any time of year, you can find it here
(They said " you don't need a paricular time to smoke, you can do it whenever where ever)
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
(Although it seems bad, it is very tempting)
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
(There are a lot of people (businessmen, actors, etc etc) who are into smoking)
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
(How the people continue to smoke even when its affecting them in a bad way)
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
(Some smoke just for fun, some smoke to ease the stress or forget the pain)
So I called up the captain,
’please bring me my wine’
(I thought to myself even though I have been smoking I am not feeling better)
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
(Thats when I realised 'all that doesn't happen')
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
(And now I am so addicted to smoking that even if I don't want to I have to smoke.)
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
(There are still voices showing me the better side of smoking which i know does not exist)
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
(The voices tell me that its a nice surprise that you are now tryin to deny smoking)
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
(Although this habit is all very tempting)
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here,of our own device’
(People told me that they were so addicted that they felt like prisoners to the habit of smoking)
And in the master’s chambers,They gathered for the feast
(They went to many places which tried to help us quit this habit)
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
(They tried really hard but were not able to quit this habit)
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
(Now I felt the need to get rid of this habit and get back to the normal life i had)
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
(But then I felt the habit telling me 'it does not matter how badly you want to get out of the habit, its not going to be possible)
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
(Cause it may be possible to quit temporarily but you will never be able to leave the habit)
You can write this off as just another theory...or you can give it a thought...the choice is yours...
But whatever you decide to do just remember to leave me a comment.....
Cheers
This post would not have been possible without my terrace, some dope, Tap, Am and Am's Guitar........
