Eagles - Hotel California
Tekst en muziek: Don Felder, Glenn Frey en Don Henley
(1976)






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 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
Any time of year
You can find it here”



Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz, uh
She got a lot of 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 place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
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 master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
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 any time you like
But you can never leave”









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