hotel ísafjörður
...with apologies to the Eagles (not that they deserve any):
On a dark northern roadway
Cold wind in my hair
Strong smell of fish gear
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 cube-church 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 Ísafjörður
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place (background)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel Ísafjörður
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
You can find it here
You can find it here
Her mind is long-winter-twisted
She's got the 4-by-4 Benz
She's got a lot of bundled pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in their peysur
Cold winter sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called the skipstjóri
Please bring Brennivín
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since 1918
And still those voices are calling from fjords away
Wake you up at the pitch-black noon
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel Ísafjörður
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place (background)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel Ísafjörður
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise (background)
Bring your alibies
Puffins on the ceiling
Pink hákarl on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the boat supply-house
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 desk clerk
We are programed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
On a dark northern roadway
Cold wind in my hair
Strong smell of fish gear
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 cube-church 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 Ísafjörður
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place (background)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel Ísafjörður
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
You can find it here
You can find it here
Her mind is long-winter-twisted
She's got the 4-by-4 Benz
She's got a lot of bundled pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in their peysur
Cold winter sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called the skipstjóri
Please bring Brennivín
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since 1918
And still those voices are calling from fjords away
Wake you up at the pitch-black noon
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel Ísafjörður
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place (background)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel Ísafjörður
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise (background)
Bring your alibies
Puffins on the ceiling
Pink hákarl on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the boat supply-house
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 desk clerk
We are programed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
posted by JB at 28.7.06
5 Comments:
P.S. Edits welcome! (Sérstaklega frá Ísfirðinginum.)
I´m sitting here laughing.Just brilliant. And of course all true as you know.
Ísafjörður hefur yfir sér töfrablæ.
Allt getur gerst.
...wonderful, wonderful! I will have these lyrics in my head whenever I hear the Eagles on the Muzak...
Syngibjörg og Prof B -
Thanks, I think the joke was maybe lost on all but the two of you. Nevertheless, I am gonna print out these lyrics and take them up to Jónsi tomorrow night at the Sigur Rós show here. I think they'd really like to cover this one. It's right up their alley.
Just had to add. This song is actually about the Camarillo, CA state mental hospital (where one of the Eagles members was locked up in for a while). I grew up in Camarillo and this hospital was later turned into our local State University that I attended... In fact, on the cover of the album is the "Bell Tower" of the hospital. Just thought it was interesting...
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