Some dance to remember. Some dance to forget.

That IS an easy one. It's a line from "Hotel California."

I dance neither to remember nor forget, but to dance to my own, personal song.

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

--- Friedrich Nietzsche.

She got a lot of pretty pretty boys she calls friends

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair

Dance to remember. There’s nothing to forget.


“We are all just prisoners here of our own device.”

I'm just living it up in the Hotel California

Please bring me my wine. We have had that here since 1969

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