Written by  Don Henley, Glenn Frey
Performed by the Eagles
She came from Providence,
The one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
Heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
Like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea

She heard about a place people were smilin
They spoke about the red mans way,
And how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
To the great divide
Seeking a place to stand
Or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars,
Out for a good time,
Cant wait to tell you all,
What its like up there
And they called it paradise
I dont know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
While the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
Through the canyons of the coast, to
The Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
Hungry for power
To light their neon way
And give them things to do

Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
People bought em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind
And sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: Jesus is coming
Brought the white mans burden down
Brought the white mans reign

Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs and
Justify our bloody deeds,
In the name of destiny
And in the name of God

And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
What its like up there
They call it paradise
I dont know why
You call someplace paradise,
Then kiss it goodbye.
Hotel California is one of the albums that defined the 1970's fusion of pop, country, and rock.  The Last Resort  is my favorite among some very, very good songs.  It is reminiscent of the sentiment expressed in Joni Mitchell's "Big Yellow Taxi", but with more more sophistication, and with music that echoes the sense of loss in the lyrics.  The lyrics are among the best poetry from that era.  The reference to Manifest Destiny is a chilling reminder of our ability to rationalize doing exactly what we please, no matter what it costs others, or ultimately, our future selves.

The picture is one I took of a sunset from the beach in Lahaina.
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