Hotel California

Hotel California

The Eagles (Don Felder-Don Henley-Glenn Frey)

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through 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 in corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
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 pretty, pretty boys, that she calls 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 nineteen sixty-nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely face)
Living it up at 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 prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the masters chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knifes,
But they just can't kill the beast.

Last thing I remember, I was running 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 check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.'

Posted: Do - Februar 19, 2004 at 04:59 Uhr