Bubbly For The Dead

Since the untimely death of Eagles rockstar Glenn Frey, the lyrics of one of the band’s best songs has been ringing in my ears and putting springs in my step: “Mirrors on the ceiling/the pink Champagne on ice/We are all just prisoners here/Of our own device.” Yup, they don’t write them like that anymore, the song in question being Hotel California.

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