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 ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EhpyRjNNqs&hl=en
Saturday, January 2, 2010
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