Disclaimer: I cannot sing, but that doesn't stop me from doing it anyhow; but then, I do not own Tin Man or Hotel California and that doesn't stop me from playing with them either.
Author's Note: Don't shoot me for song choice please; I know I dare mightily in presuming to touch such a classic. Thing is, Meghan McAlistair had me listen to a song that was hilarious, within the context of our conversation, the first time I heard it, but darned creepy when I watched the music video. And then the damn thing tried to get stuck in my head, I had to do something to drown it out. I chose to listen to Hotel California (I assume you have all heard it, if not, my brother would be appalled) by the Eagles and, well, this happened. Props to Meghan McAlistair, who appears to be my new song beta (Quality Control is getting impossibly picky about what she is willing to qc these days), on the title. And, um, yeah.
Sigh, I really need to get back to writing stories. One exam down, four and a paper to go…
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Hotel Redemption
By a dark empty cabin
Tin dust in his hair
Pained cries of his family
Rising up through the air
Forever before his eyes
Never to fade with the light
The scene of his failure, a man undone
Unable to win that fight
There she stood in the meadow
He watched as silence fell
And he was thinking to himself
"This could be heaven or this could be hell"
Then she opened the tin suit
And she asked him the way
There were voices deep within his heart
He thought he heard them say
Welcome back to the pain that is living
Such an empty place
Don't forget that face
Plenty of room in the heart left for his vengeance
Any time of year
He can find it there
He thinks his heart is all rusted
She's got such innocent eyes
His manners are gruff and he speaks hard truths
That taste like lies
Her kindness is his downfall
He'll allow no threat
Don't want to remember
Unable to forget
He intended to leave them
Seeking death in the night
But danger found her, he can't stay away
The reluctant, true knight
And still those voices are calling from deep within
Wake him up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome back to the pain that is living
A confusing place
And an earnest face
He's still enough heart to make words bind as vengeance waits
You would never guess
That she's a princess
Portraits on the ceiling
A palace trapped in ice
Mirrors viewing forgotten death, finding
Knowledge has its price
For in the lost queen's chambers
The villains have arrived
They try to run, he tries to fight
And painful hope's revived
Last thing he remembers, she was
Running for the door
He had to find the brick road back
To the place she was before
"Come on," said the Tin Man
This everyone best believe
Try and stop him anyway you like
Her he will never leave.