I missed the Eagles

I grew up on wizard 100... I don't remember what it's name is now, but that's what it was back in the day. My whole family listened to that radio station. And anytime I hear oldies it sends me into this glorious daydream where it's summertime and all my brothers live at home again and we're all out in the garage "cleaning" cause Dad is on another one of his kicks and mom is vacuuming the living room and we can hear it through the screen door, and 50s and 60s and 70s music is playing on our dusty stereo on dad's tool bench... And though dad's being totally irrational and chaotic as he throws shoes and other "garage junk" around, I am in a blissful state. It's one of my favorite memories.

And one of the things I missed the most is the Eagles. I don't even know if wizard100 played them, but it still reminds me of the days before all my brothers moved away and all my memories are of summertime and cleaning the garage.

So I bought the cd for my drive back to school on Saturday... and listened to it the whole time... the most wonderful drive ever...
Except this song, it is my favorite song on this cd because it speaks to my love for the west, but it's about a lot of their anger toward religion. Totally understandable, just hard to take.
Just reading the lyrics doesn't give it justice though. You got to hear his voice and the piano. If you get the chance, look up "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