prediction : WHERE?, WHAT?, OR WHO? IS YOUR "HOTEL CALIFORNIA?" [+] serious ballot by contragrain ACTIVE Tue Apr 24, 07 - Wed Apr 23, 08 Let me give you this ballot's (and my personal)definition of the "Hotel": Hotel California is a lust for something that is never quite satisfied. It "could be Heaven," and then again, it "could be Hell." All depends on how you look at it I guess. Do you have one? If so, what is it? It doesn't have to be California, although I will make that one of the choices, as "California" is more a state of mind to some. It wouldn't be fair to ask you this question without giving you the lyrics in the description to ponder upon, for the ballot is meant to be introspective. Here they are: 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 Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends She 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 nineteen sixty nine’ 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 livin’ it up at the hotel california What a nice surprise, bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The 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 The 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 night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave! California The place I live now. The place I grew up. My family of origin. Sex! Drugs! Rock-n-Roll! Any combination, or all three of the above. I have no obsessions. B&W!!! B&W is my "Hotel California!" Ohmygod, I need a therapist. My GirlFriend SORRY, THIS POLL IS NOW CLOSED. Ballot #114285 : Voting Finished : SEE RESULTS Comment: show your vote with comment?

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