Posted by: Rob | March 12, 2009

The Last Resort is Song Lyric Thursday

There’s a poster hanging in the dining room here.  It’s in black and white and depicts a Cree woman wrapped in a blanket, standing on a rock in a natural setting.

The poster title is “A Cree Prophecy”.  The prophecy is a short one but to the point:

Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find that money can not be eaten.

The Eagles were a pretty popular band in the 70’s and early 80’s.  Probably one of their more popular albums was Hotel California.  I found the most compelling track on that album was one that garnered very little, if any, radio air play.  According to Glenn Frey, it was Don Henley’s greatest work.  Even the though the song was published in 1976, the lyrics are even more apropos today, I think, and the melody is not too shabby either.

The Last Resort
Written by: Don Henley and Glenn Frey

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 in 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


  1. They call it paradise, I don’t know why
    You call someplace paradise, kiss it goodbye

    And they paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

    • Joni Mitchell – not really my generation, although I do know the tune. I believe that one goes further back than “The Last Resort”, right?

  2. Hey, aren’t the streets of Heaven paved as well?

    • There are streets in Heaven?

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