on a dark desert highway,
cool wind in my hair
warm smell of colitas,
rising up throught the air
up ahead in the distance,
i saw a shimmering light
my head grew heavy
and my sight grew dim
i had to stop for the night
there she stood in the doorway;
i heard the mission bell
and i was thinking to myself,
"this could be heaven or this could be hell"
then she lit up a candle
and she showed me the way
there were voices down the corridor,
i thought i heard them say...
welcome to the hotel California
such a lovely place, such a lovely place
such a lovely face
plenty of room at the hotel California
any time of year, you can find it here
her mind is Tiffany.twisted,
she got the Mercedes Benz
she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,
that she call friends
how they dance in the courtyard,
sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember,
some dance to forget
So i called up the captain,
"please bring me my wine"
he said
"we haven´t had that spirit here since 1969"
and still those voices are calling from the far away,
wake up in the middle of the night
just to hear them say...
welcome to the hotel California
such a lovely place, such a lovely place
such a lovely face
they livin´it up the hotel California
what a nice surprise, bring your alibis
mirrors on the ceiling,
the pink champagne on ice
and she said'we are all just prisioners here,
of our own device'
and in the master's chambers
they gathered for the feast
they stabbed her with their steely knives
but they just can't kill the beast
last thing I remember,
i was runnig for the door
i had to find the passage back
to the place i was before
'relax' said the night man,
we are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
beut you can never leave!
compositores: Don Felder,Lewis Frey Gleen,Hugh Henley Donald
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