A jesam li ja vama pricao kako sam ja poceo da obracam paznju na text? Sto Tisha kaze nisam obracao paznju ni kako se zove pesma, a kamoli text, sve do jednog dana...
- S vremena na vreme patim od nesanice... ne mogu da zaspim uvece, nekada se probudim u 4 ujutru i svez i odmoran, nekada samo ustanem k'o da sam popio lutar kafe na prazan stomak, ali nije to vazno, ovo vam pominjem, samo zbog moje nesanice, ona je vazna.
- Ovako, isao sam na more sa drustvom, a k'o za inat bas sam tada patio od jedne takve (nesanice). I tako sam ja, posto smo stigli i raspakovali se, legao u krevet sa nadom da cu posle duge i naporne voznje zaspati. Ali shipak! Nisam mogao da zaspim... i tako sam ja tumarao satima kroz grad, bla, bla... i sklopio 40-setak sati NE spavanja (od 10 ujutru dana kada smo posli, pa cela noc u busu, i celi dan na moru, sve do 2 nocu). I posto sam se najzad dograbio nekog kreveta, (koji je bio ustvari improvizacija kreveta) zaspao sam, ili bolje reci upao u hibernaciju. Hibrernaciju, zato sto sam spavo do 7 uvece, i nije toliko nerazumljivo s obzirom na to koliko dugo nisam spavao.
- E sada, dok sam ja spavao, ostatak "vesele druzine" se oko mene rktalo i lomilo, i sta sve vec ne, radilo... izmedju ostalog slusali su i muziku... cak su i otisli na plazu a meni ostavili player ukljucen. I tako je cd-player vrteo pesme sve dok nije dosao do "Hotel California" (do tada, ja nisam znao o cemu se radi u pesmi, i mislio sam da je to neka opustena pacifisticka, mozda ljubavna pesma ali...). Ne znam zasto bas tu pesmu, od svih koje su bile na cd-u, ali eto bas tu pesmu sam usnio! Sanjao sam celu pesmu, samnom u ulozi naratora.
- Posle onakvog kraja pesme (Pustite pesmu, molm vas i evo imate text, i udubite se u nju, molim vas):
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 place (background)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
You can find it here
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes bends
She's 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 1969
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 Place (background)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise (background)
Bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling
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
They 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 nightman
We are programed to recieve
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
- Cimnuo sam se iz sna, u pozadini se cula solaza koja je moj san dozivala na javu, napolju se videlo crveno nebo, crveno sunce kroz kroshne palmi. To me je sve asociralo na: "On the dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair "... Ooooo, da... traka se vraca u nazad, tu je sve pocelo...Jos nisam dosao sebi a daska ispod mene popustila, i pukla i ja sam upao u "krevet"! Kako sam propao, nisam se mrdnuo, ostao sam tako da sedim napet i zbunjen... mislio sam, "cekaj, je8ote gde sam ja!!! Id' u ***** 'de sam ja!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! " (uhvatila me je panika). Najzad, panika je prosla kada sam video putne torbe, i sve povezao.
- Gadno je!
- I od tada, cim mi se svidi pesma, ili album, ja trknem na net, skinem, procitam... A da vam kazem ovako je i bolje, barem meni...