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What are you waiting for?
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 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 here
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's 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're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling
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 programed to recieve
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
My brother is a Linux freak and he has also a birthday the 28 may.
So this painting was for him.
I love your ass for bad or worse. I love your nasty way you curse. When you sit down, it's wild how you sit. Grind your heel in the ground, the groovy way you spit.
Ooh you look good, ooh you smell good, ooh you taste good, like a bad girl should.
When I need love, I love how you feel, when I need dough, I love how you steal, I love your sick way you think. The way your perfume makes you stink.
Ooh you look good, ooh you smell good, ooh you taste good, like a bad girl should.
I love your boots, your fancy clothes, your boufant hair, your pantyhose, I blow a gasket for your pink jellybean, your picnic basket splits my spleen.
Ooh you look good, ooh you smell good, ooh you taste good, like a bad girl should.
Bad bad bad bad girl, bad bad bad bad girl, bad bad bad bad girl...
This is a painting I have done for my best friend. Cramps is one of her favorite band. It was my brithday present to her.
WEll ok... there is a bottle of wine and a cheese on the table also. And her elbow is missing. But you kind of see the whole picture.
