I'm pretty surprised nobody has mentioned Hotel California by The Eagles.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air <-(colitas is spanish for little tail says the web, im puerto rican and my grandmother usually tells my cousins to move their colitas, their behinds, could also be read as little buds, could refer to marijuana)
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light (when i think of shimmering i think of balance, not dark or light but just nullification of being)
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim <--onset of high
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’ ->(drugs feel nice thus heaven, withdrawals, tolerance, overdose, bad trips costrued as hell)
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor, (inhabitants of the drug house)
I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here ->(you can always find people who are slaves to their vices, especially in a drug den)
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends-> (dealers)
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. -> (drug deal going down)
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget -> (some use drugs to reminisce about better times, some to forget harsh ones)
So I called up the captain, ->(so i called up the dealer)
’please bring me my wine’ ->(please bring me my drug of choice)
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’->(dealer is dry)
And still those voices are calling from far away, -> (the voices of the people you associate with, the people you use with, betrayed, etc.)
Wake you up in the middle of the night (you hear these people's voices when going through withdrawals, with have a tendency of waking you up at night or not letting you get any sleep at all)
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california (cops come)
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis (give a name to give to the cops)
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ (We are all slaves to our drug of choice, but on the larger scale, victims of moral frailty)
And in the master’s chambers, (drug room)
They gathered for the feast (drugs)
The stab it with their steely knives, (needle)
But they just can’t kill the beast (addiction)
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before <-(our innate desire as humans to do well, usually we were at a good point one time or another in our lives, and wish to return back to the proper path to happiness)
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave! ->(check out meaning quit, but you can never stay clean for long)
