She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place people were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all,
what it's like up there
And they called it paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought 'em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: "Jesus is coming"
Brought the white man's burden down
Brought the white man's reign
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name of God
And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye
The song refers to the colonization of once virgin natural environments of America and the transformation of them to heany urban and industrialized by eliminating natural landscapes and local cultures. It also depicts the way urbanization expands and destroys natural landscapes. People try to escape from existing urban polluted, crowdy and noisy environments in order to find peace of mind: They decide to go to country where things seems to be quite better. But that decision is made by many people, so rich people take the chance for more development in these places by transforming the previous natural landscape to heavy urban (hotels, bars, markets, new houses, etc). This vicious cycle goes on and on producing more polution, more noise, more stress.
You can hear this song in youtube
24 July, 2008
"The last resort" by Eagles, album: Hotel California (1976)
Αναρτήθηκε από candiru - stratis aigaiopelagitis στις 9:40 AM
Ετικέτες 70s decade, ballad, Eagles, folk rock
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