Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The Eagles - January 28, 2009

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 face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California, any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she's got the Mercedes Benz
She's 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 1969
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
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California - what a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling, 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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