soundtrack of my life

Hope Sandoval during a gig

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Oh, what a thought to live a life that’s free, but we are such a self destructive bunch, aren’t we? Writer, you are a part of me, and there’s nothing you can do to set to flame the fabric that has woven me to you. I will not be your broken heart, and I will not be your empty oath. Look, with our hands laid flat in surrender, I swear that we will both let go of the chains that choke us, and wrap their hands around our throats. I will play you a new song, and the lyrics you wrote will accompany the melody,” and every word she spoke was a land of milk and honey that I thought I’d never know.

Don Henley, ‘Hotel California’