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IMMIGRATION: Coming to California
(Hotel California-Welcome to the Jungle-Cowboy)

Many have “MIGRATED” to California.

Is California “TROUBLED PARADISE” (“Hotel California” – Eagles)
Unbelievably “FANTASTIC”, but inherently FLAWED. A DREAM or NIGHTMARE?
A land of UTOPIAN idealism (unlimited possibilities – “SALVATION“) OR
TRAGIC realism (unforgiving, unholy limitations – “SIN“)
PALACE (royalty housed with “crowns”) or PRISON (refuge hiding criminals?
SANCTUARY (for refugees) or INSANE ASYLUM (rejecting/escaping “reality”?)

Is California “the JUNGLE” (Guns n Roses), Social Darwinist survival of the fittest?
Operating by a brutal “SURVIVAL” and “struggle” in a state of “nature”,
a perfect example of the “FOOD CHAIN” – predators and prey,
unforgiving PLEASURE and-or PAIN principle in a
“material” world of BEAUTY and BRUTALITY

Is California “the WILD WEST” (Kid Rock), inhabited by COWBOYS,
BOTH “free” to live (supernatural heaven, tolerant/laid back/honest integrity),
BUT facing death and “failure” (natural hell, deceptive/brutal/unforgiving)
the devil’s ultimate “bait and switch”
encountering BOTH OPPORTUNITY (blessings) and OPPRESSION (burdens),
hedonistic PLEASURE and sadistic PAIN, entertainment and exploitation?
Operating by certain “laws” and “justice” (formal and informal)
OR “wild-ly” lawless and chaotically “UN-just”?

HOTEL CALIFORNIA. by Eagles

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)
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She 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)
Such a lovely face.

They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The 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 night man,
‘We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave!’

“WELCOME to the JUNGLE” by Guns n Roses

Welcome to the jungle we got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money honey we got your disease
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your sha na na na na knees knees
I wanna watch you BLEED

Welcome to the jungle we take it day by day
If you want it you’re gonna bleed but it’s the price you pay
And you’re a very sexy girl very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights but you won’t get there for free
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my, my serpentine
I,I wanna hear you scream

Welcome to the jungle it gets WORSE here everyday
You learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see you’ll take it eventually
You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your sha na na na na knees knees
I’m gonna watch you plead

And when you’re high you never ever want to come down
So down, so down, so down, yeah
You know where you are?

You’re in the jungle baby, you gonna dieee
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your sha na na na na knees knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my my serpentine
Jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your sha na na na na knees knees
Down in the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to you
It’s gonna bring you down, ha!!

“COWBOY” by Kid Rock

Cowboy, cowboy
Well, I’m packin up my game and I’ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit’ scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimp
Then I’ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya’ block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa cr#tch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin’ “chillin’ the most”
Then rock that b##ch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun
Drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix
And get tossed outta bars
Sift to Tiajuana

I want to roam
Find Motown telephones and come back home
Start an escort service for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock, and I’m the Real Mccoy
And I’m headed out west, sucker ’cause I want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin’)
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin’ while the boone’s whinin’) I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride at night ’cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)

I bet you’ll hear my whistle blowin’ when my train rolls in
It goes – Like dust in the wind
(Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind)
I once was lost (but now I’m just blind)
Palm trees and weed, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Flice
And if the price is right then I’m gonna make my bid, boy
And let Californi-A know why they call me

Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin’)
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin’ while the boone’s whinin’) I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride at night ’cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)
Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me Tex
Rollin’ sunset women with a bootle of becks

See a slimy in a ‘Vette, roll down my glass
And said “yeah this dick fits right in yo’ ass”
No kiddin’, gun slingin’, spurs hittin’ the floor
Call me hoss, I’m the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain’t right
I’ma paint his town red then paint his wife white, uh!
‘Cause chaos rock like Amedeus
Got west-coast p###y for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers

They told us to LEAVE but bet they can’t make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and throw away my key
I ain’t no cheat, I’m just a regular failure
I’m not straight outta Compton, I’m straight out the trailer

Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are just “suck my dick”
I’m takin’ my pick up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin’ ’til I fall in the ocean
with the top let back and the sunshine shining

(Cowboy) spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
(Cowboy) riding at night ’cause I sleep all day
(Cowboy) I can smell a pig from a mile away
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shining
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shining
(Cowboy) Hollywood and Vine-in’
Songwriters: James Trombly / John Travis / Robert Ritchie / Matthew Shafer