Hotel California

Hotel California

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 door-way;
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 a 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.
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
that she calls friends.
How they dance in the coutryard,
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 ninteen 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 hotal California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.

They living it up at the hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis...

Mirrors on the ceiling
the pink shampagne on ice
and she said:"We are all just prisoners here
of our own device."
And in the master's chambers
they gathered for their feast.
They stabbed 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 a 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..."

Submitted by Mar1a_P on Thu, 18/03/2010 - 20:30
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