…Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas…
rising up through the air
Don Henley must die
Don’t let him get back together
with Glenn Frey…
Oops. Wrong song. Sorry.
Up ahead in the distance…
I saw a glimmering light …
…my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim…
What’s a “colita?” <WHAP!>
I mean, “My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,”
I had to stop for the night
Not sure if you were seriously asking, but according to Cecil, “the author is referring to “colas”, the tip of a marijuana branch, where it is more potent and with more sap.”
There she stood in the doorway…
I heard the mission bell …
and I was thinking to myself…
this could be he-aaaa-van or it
could be
hel-l-l-
l-l-l
Then she lit up a candle …
And she showed me the way . . .
There were voices down the corrido-o-o-o-or …
I thought I heard them sa-aa-ahay . . . (All together now)
Welcome to the Hotel California.
Such a lovely place…