Prisoners Of Our Own Device

“Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said “We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast”

The Eagles – “Hotel California”

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R80Q_FQGKj4

**A day without hearing “Hotel California” is like a day without sunshine….