Lletres: Eagles. Hotel California. The Last Resort.

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She came from Providence T
he 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 smiling
They spoke about the red man's way
And how they loved the land
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
Can't wait to tell you all
What it's like up there
They called it Paradise, I don't 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's way
And give 'em 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 that said, "Jesus is coming"
They brought the white man's burden down
They brought the white man's reign
Who will provide the Grand Design ?
What is yours and what is mine ?
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
Stand up and sing about
What it's like up there
They call it Paradise, I don't know why
You call some place Paradise
Kiss it good-bye.