On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair (the journey to the punt in a convertible BMW)
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air (hoping there won't be a whiff of ciggy smoke at the venue)
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light (that moment when you finally get the address)
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim (low lighting levels in the room so you can't see that you're punting a dragon)
I had to stop for the night (Overnighter)
There she stood in the doorway; (technically incorrect as most hide behind the door)
I heard the mission bell (when the clock officially starts)
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" (Stay or walk)
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way (to the room)
There were voices down the corridor, (her mate in the next room)
I thought I heard them say...(you can never quite make it out can you?)
Welcome to the Hotel California (A brothel)
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) (questionable given some of the parlours I've visited)
Such a lovely face (not always)
Plenty of room at the Hotel California (A parlour)
Any time of year (Any time of year) (Girls with dusty phones)
You can find it here (Fanny)
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends (it's all about the cash)
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends (WK's)
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. (dance = sex although my sweat isn't that sweet)
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget (It's why we punt isn't it?)
So I called up the Captain, (The Madam?)
"Please bring me my wine" (He means girl)
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine" (ooooh, Matron!!)
And still those voices are calling from far away, (the room next door sounds like they're having more fun than me)
Wake you up in the middle of the night (4am fuck on an overnighter, well he can't be referring to the wife can he?)
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) (when the girl turns out to resemble her profile pics)
Bring your alibis (you see, he knows a thing or two does this lad)
Mirrors on the ceiling, (there's no hiding it now, this song is about punting)
The pink champagne on ice (I see the chocolates/flowers/fizz brigade have turned up)
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device" (they'll never earn as much stacking shelves at Tesco)
And in the master's chambers, (Dungeon?)
They gathered for the feast (Yes, a gangbang)
They stab it with their steely knives, (blue pill induced rigidity)
But they just can't kill the beast (once a punter, always a punter)
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door (B&S)
I had to find the passage back (Did he mean her back passage or is it that moment you leave an apartment and think 'Left or right?')
To the place I was before (how the fuck do I get out of this building)
"Relax, " said the night man, (the money shot)
"We are programmed to receive. (girls who actually do CIM)
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! " (Believe it now OP, you'll be back.......)
Your interpretation may be different!
tcm
