Thursday, January 24, 2008

Dear The Eagles,

Let me just cut to the heart of the matter- are you stalking me? Because one of these nights I was listening to KZOK and they started playing Hotel California, and to be honest, I've been wanting space for a while, so I turned it to The Mountain, and there you were, enjoying another tequilla sunrise.

You guys are cool, and I know that we were tight back in the day, but I am just feeling a bit smothered. I wish I could believe that you will just take it easy, but you're got those lyin' eyes.

Maybe I listen to classic rock stations too frequently, so you aren't entirely to blame, but after I turned from The Mountain, 97.3 was playing the Boys of Summer and I think I have just had enough of you, Don Henley. You've really taken me to the limit of my tolerance for hearing your songs over and over again.

It has been a long time since we have shared an actual peaceful easy feeling and call me a witchy woman, but I think I need a new kid in town.

I know you may be feeling like a victim of love, but one of these nights, you'll realize that you simply weren't ready for life in the fast lane. I'm sorry if you're feeling a little heartache tonight, but hell will freeze over if this isn't the last worthless evening that I have to spend with you. I'm so sorry to air all of this dirty laundry on the internet, but I belong to the city, but you belong more along the rocky mountain way. What I'm trying to say is that all I want to do is dance, and I just can't dance to desperado.

I guess this is simply the end of innocence. Don't come looking for me, as I'm already gone.

Best of my love,



qtilla said...

What? Everybody has a comment about what color my blog is, but nobody has a damn thing to say about this chestnut?

There is no justice.

Ferretnick said...

Well, I was going to comment about the chameleon color-scheme but you're right... this was pretty crafty.