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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
7 m# F8 E( N4 f2 x: C' wWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
) X' o+ B4 n# E6 `Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light5 y- d0 C( ^( }+ M8 J6 U- G4 l( I
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
9 ^7 d% w6 W% F1 Y% b1 R3 t; v* A7 bI had to stop for the night5 |3 c9 y: @6 p! V- P
There she stood in the doorway;
% U! E& c4 w# LI heard the mission bell
2 z' J/ A8 E$ ~3 r$ e5 [And I was thinking to myself,0 z/ H9 ~. x( D* r) e p4 }' M* W
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’. S4 ]0 v, h' k) s. I
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way1 Q+ L1 {( B. a$ R; f( F n' p0 w
There were voices down the corridor,
0 \6 |+ ~% S [5 {- u \I thought I heard them say...* Y0 a9 v: z, C: B: ?& n Q
- Z P4 ]5 X5 h0 F9 y+ f2 G: VWelcome to the hotel california
+ ?( [8 k% {4 O: N6 T- l: V+ QSuch a lovely place
0 @4 q1 Z7 s6 D! A$ mSuch a lovely face
/ u8 p2 [) B* N( aPlenty of room at the hotel california! F0 V A$ M7 ?- P( ^8 `: b
Any time of year, you can find it here0 P/ K" Q G/ i1 g1 s
; ]* y3 b% t, h- i- VHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends% v, l; m$ s* F- O
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
0 l8 O# K: v' @+ R+ UHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.' L) t/ `2 `1 w# L
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget. b9 B" _6 h( e' S4 N0 Q
, @- `/ b+ T4 a& M3 N) KSo I called up the captain,
+ ^5 r( `/ w7 g7 X7 c+ ^’please bring me my wine’
- ?2 K% p+ c0 Z+ `) {He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’, s. q D/ M/ l; H+ V1 J( Z
And still those voices are calling from far away,- p1 y# q3 p7 o; ^
Wake you up in the middle of the night
+ ~8 Z. O3 _+ X8 D. hJust to hear them say...1 a* I" `1 q F# V) [
9 Z1 ^3 X w0 B; GWelcome to the hotel california
, w4 T9 l" j; T9 k, U1 s' Q/ j1 zSuch a lovely place3 D& Y! H8 U1 d! e
Such a lovely face
9 j/ v* n- X& F/ CThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
! \7 @# l$ }7 W9 ~ V+ DWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis" Y0 E2 D0 [2 W8 z* A. }1 g" |
3 ^6 V% M; w# t( s, ~Mirrors on the ceiling,
& G' A+ u, B% M7 {The pink champagne on ice
: V% h' M; T( kAnd she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
2 y5 F5 E6 Y5 N* @" Z* xAnd in the master’s chambers,6 ~3 y& G5 c, {4 G/ G9 b
They gathered for the feast
; _1 d: W! z- @' TThe stab it with their steely knives,
3 u. \* G+ Y+ U5 LBut they just can’t kill the beast# I/ f4 c" ~5 v5 h; s
! M2 d9 ?" y8 x4 e& m1 pLast thing I remember, I was1 W- e: z" P$ P3 }- b A6 @
Running for the door* s7 X+ Q( k9 y7 y: f2 Q( L
I had to find the passage back
$ u9 i t, H) t. y% ?% N GTo the place I was before0 r- Y! c7 [5 g I" m2 q
’relax,’ said the night man,8 f. p3 v3 a1 x, F, h( J! ~
We are programmed to receive.
6 W( e% ~) J3 A1 V- WYou can checkout any time you like,4 [* e$ F/ S" s7 V1 ]
But you can never leave! |
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