The Eagles' "Hotel California".
I have read the song is about excess and the darker elements of society which makes sense. However, some of the lyrics just scream hobby to me.
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.
...
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 check-out any time you like, but you can never leave!'
I can still remember the first time I listened to this song in an, uh, altered state of mind. That was the first time that last line scared the crap out me. I got that same feeling when someone recently included it in a post on Eccie. Yikes.
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