The Eagles music, including this song, did serve as kind of motivational anthems on the long desperate promise-filled drive from Pennsylvania to California so very long ago. One of the best decisions I made in my life - maybe the keystone one. I give the band's music a good measure of credit for the decision. As a young man, I needed to see for myself. While much of that naive mythology was just that, much of it was also true and worth experiencing first hand.
Cast your voice up an octave, pinch your nose and sing along.
So I do, I cannot help it. Thank you. What a fake out. The tag says "misheard lyrics" so for some strange reason, spidey senses, a certain tingling that's hard to explain, caused me to expect them.
Psych!
And them being printed like that, like a Teleprompter, it's perfect, I'm already singing pinching my nose I'm already being silly and with the words right there to take in all at once stirring remote memory with zero taxation the signs for them just fly automatically fantastic pop quiz practice right there with the greatest of ease and with nothing misheard about it. I'm fairly certain about that. Is this a test?
Where in Arizona is Winslow anyway, and is it plausible there would be seven women there all up in this guy's space? 'Cause Ah don't thi-i-i-i-i-nk so Quickdraw.
*opens google earth*
Small town abreast a highway. Airstrip opposite highway. Tight town, low residential buildings, football field. Two distinct sections. One lot filled with cars as if a separate subdivision. Sparse trees, scant lawn, no pools within sight. Zoom into where streets converge as 5 points, street level, a large white bulldog statue as landmark, medium small houses all around.
If I were a bird, I'd question landing there.
By scanning superficially, the place says, if you're not resting or dying, get out. Just go. Go anywhere, just go.
I went from Winslow Arizona to Fargo North Dakota, I got seven women on my mind.
I went form Winslow Arizona to St. Paul Minnesota, I got seven women on my mind.
I went form Winslow Arizona to Raleigh North Carolina, I got seven women on my mind.
I went form Winslow Arizona to Scranton Pennsylvania, I got seven women on my mind.
No disrespect to the other recent casualties, but the Eagles' music transcends a particiular moment or place in your life. You don't have to be young and easy underneath the apple bough to enjoy the music. A lot of rock music sounds a tad silly when sung by geezers! but their music keeps humming along like an ole' 55.
Eagles' music is like the Michael McDonald video in The Forty Year Old Virgin; it's always on. You can't get away from it. You don't even hear it anymore. There are a couple of Eagles songs that I love (Take it to the Limit, Lyin Eyes, sometimes Desperado but that's embarrassing) but the rest are just noise at this point I've heard them so often. Pop music is weird because, for good or for bad, you associate the songs with whatever mood you were in or whatever you had going on at the time they saturated the airwaves. It becomes the background noise for your life.
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Randy Meisner was the best musician in The Eagles, IMHO.
I'm pretty sure David Crosby hates that song. Because banjo.
As read in a tweet...
"Scott Weiland,Lemmy Kilmister,David Bowie & now Glenn Fry have died in less than a 2month span...God is putting a REALLY good band together"
The Eagles music, including this song, did serve as kind of motivational anthems on the long desperate promise-filled drive from Pennsylvania to California so very long ago. One of the best decisions I made in my life - maybe the keystone one. I give the band's music a good measure of credit for the decision. As a young man, I needed to see for myself. While much of that naive mythology was just that, much of it was also true and worth experiencing first hand.
Dumbest Youtube comment: "When is this horrible death train going to stop???"
Never sweetheart. We all got a ticket on the same train Glenn Fry just hopped on.
@rcocean: The "baby boom" must inevitably lead to "death bloom." Someone should coin a name for it.
Baby boom debris
Cast your voice up an octave, pinch your nose and sing along.
So I do, I cannot help it. Thank you. What a fake out. The tag says "misheard lyrics" so for some strange reason, spidey senses, a certain tingling that's hard to explain, caused me to expect them.
Psych!
And them being printed like that, like a Teleprompter, it's perfect, I'm already singing pinching my nose I'm already being silly and with the words right there to take in all at once stirring remote memory with zero taxation the signs for them just fly automatically fantastic pop quiz practice right there with the greatest of ease and with nothing misheard about it. I'm fairly certain about that. Is this a test?
Where in Arizona is Winslow anyway, and is it plausible there would be seven women there all up in this guy's space? 'Cause Ah don't thi-i-i-i-i-nk so Quickdraw.
*opens google earth*
Small town abreast a highway. Airstrip opposite highway. Tight town, low residential buildings, football field. Two distinct sections. One lot filled with cars as if a separate subdivision. Sparse trees, scant lawn, no pools within sight. Zoom into where streets converge as 5 points, street level, a large white bulldog statue as landmark, medium small houses all around.
If I were a bird, I'd question landing there.
By scanning superficially, the place says, if you're not resting or dying, get out. Just go. Go anywhere, just go.
I went from Winslow Arizona to Fargo North Dakota, I got seven women on my mind.
I went form Winslow Arizona to St. Paul Minnesota, I got seven women on my mind.
I went form Winslow Arizona to Raleigh North Carolina, I got seven women on my mind.
I went form Winslow Arizona to Scranton Pennsylvania, I got seven women on my mind.
Just go.
No disrespect to the other recent casualties, but the Eagles' music transcends a particiular moment or place in your life. You don't have to be young and easy underneath the apple bough to enjoy the music. A lot of rock music sounds a tad silly when sung by geezers! but their music keeps humming along like an ole' 55.
Eagles' music is like the Michael McDonald video in The Forty Year Old Virgin; it's always on. You can't get away from it. You don't even hear it anymore. There are a couple of Eagles songs that I love (Take it to the Limit, Lyin Eyes, sometimes Desperado but that's embarrassing) but the rest are just noise at this point I've heard them so often. Pop music is weird because, for good or for bad, you associate the songs with whatever mood you were in or whatever you had going on at the time they saturated the airwaves. It becomes the background noise for your life.
Don't be embarrassed, Desperado speaks the truth, and is a beautiful tune. I don't like Hotel Calif.
Hotel California is just elevator music to me at this point.
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