The Last Resort (The Eagles)
E. Wennick
Anybody got the lyrics to this one? (The Last Resort, by The Eagles.) It
starts off, "She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island . . ."
Thank you kindly.
-ew
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Lister was having an argument with the dispensing machine
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Monitor Lizard
Pretty close, I think. From Hotel California album.
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 smiling
They spoke about the red man's way, and how they love the land
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
They called it Paradise, I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low, while the town got high
But 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 man came and raped the land, nobody caught him
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes and Jesus people bought 'em
They called it Paradise the place to be
They watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea
We can leave it all behind and sail to "Lahoya" (?)
Just like the missionaries did so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign Jesus is coming
They brought the white man's burden down , brought the white man's rain
We will provide the grand designs what is yours and what is mine
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 in the name of God
And you can see them there on Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about what it's like up there
They called it Paradise, I don't know why
You call some place Paradise, kiss it goodbye
Monitor Lizard
E. Wennick wrote in message <34FE2C...@sympatico.ca>...
elli...@dtx.net
Here ya go. --Steve
The Last Resort
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
In article <34FE2C...@sympatico.ca>,
ewen...@sympatico.ca wrote:
>
> Anybody got the lyrics to this one? (The Last Resort, by The Eagles.) It
> starts off, "She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island . . ."
>
> Thank you kindly.
>
> -ew
> --
> **********************************************************
> Lister was having an argument with the dispensing machine
> when he heard the explosion. It was a simple argument, and
> the dispensing machine was completely in the wrong.
> **********************************************************
>
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S. Polchies
S. Polchies
Lemme try this...
Last Resort: The Eagles
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 refuge
Just as her father came
Across the sea...
She heard about a place
People were smilin'
Spoke about the Red man's way
How they loved the land
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
They called it Paradise
I don't know why...somebody laid the mountains low
While the town got high.
And 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
Given 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
They called it Paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun sinkin' in the sea
We can leave it all behind
And sail to the *sorry...sounds like 'the Hynya' (maybe a regional
thing....in Southwest?)*
Just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign (it said) *Jesus is Coming!*
They brought the white mans burden down, they brought the white mans reign
We will provide the grand design
What is yours and what is mine
'Cuz there is no more frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds
In the name of yesteryear and in the name of God
And you can see them there on Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about what it's like up there
They call it Paradise
I don't know why you call some place Paradise....
Kiss it goodbye.