The Last Resort (Remastered)歌词
作词 : Don Henley/Glenn Frey
作曲 : Don Henley/Glenn Frey
制作人 : Bill Szymczyk
指挥家 : Jim Ed Norman
电吉他 : Joe Walsh
钢琴 : Glenn Frey
音频工程师 : Allan Blazek/Bruce Hensal/Ed Mashal
鼓 : Don Henley
低音吉他 : Randy Meisner
母带重制 : Bernie Grundman
合成器 : Joe Walsh
木吉他 : Glenn Frey
混音工程师 : Bill Szymczyk
弦乐编写 : Jim Ed Norman
主人声 : Don Henley
和声 : Glenn Frey/Joe Walsh/Randy Meisner
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 smiling
They spoke about the red man's way
How they loved the land
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
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 them
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes
And Jesus people bought them
They called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
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
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
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
作曲 : Don Henley/Glenn Frey
制作人 : Bill Szymczyk
指挥家 : Jim Ed Norman
电吉他 : Joe Walsh
钢琴 : Glenn Frey
音频工程师 : Allan Blazek/Bruce Hensal/Ed Mashal
鼓 : Don Henley
低音吉他 : Randy Meisner
母带重制 : Bernie Grundman
合成器 : Joe Walsh
木吉他 : Glenn Frey
混音工程师 : Bill Szymczyk
弦乐编写 : Jim Ed Norman
主人声 : Don Henley
和声 : Glenn Frey/Joe Walsh/Randy Meisner
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 smiling
They spoke about the red man's way
How they loved the land
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
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 them
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes
And Jesus people bought them
They called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
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
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
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
