Eagles - Hotel California (guitar cover)
On a dark desert highwayCool wind in my hairThe warm smell of colitasRising up through the airUp ahead in the distanceI saw a shimmering lightMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dimI had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorwayI heard the mission bellAnd I was thinking to myselfThis could be heaven or this could be hellThen she lit up a candleAnd she showed me the wayThere were voices down the corridorI thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel CaliforniaSuch a lovely place, such a lovely faceThere's plenty of room at the Hotel CaliforniaAny time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany twistedShe's got her Mercedes BenzShe's got a lotta pretty, pretty boysThat she calls friendsHow they dance in the courtyardSweet summer sweatSome dance to rememberSome dance to forget
So I called up the captainPlease bring me my wineHe said "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"And still those voices they're calling from far awayWake you up in the middle of the nightJust to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel CaliforniaSuch a lovely place, such a lovely faceThey're livin' it up at the Hotel CaliforniaWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceilling, the pink champaign on iceAnd she said "We are all just prisoners here of our own device"In the masters chambers they're gathered for the feastThey stab it with their steely knifes but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was runnin' for the doorI had to find the passage back to the place I was before"Good night" said the night man "We are programmed to receiveYou can check out anyytime you like, but you can never leave"
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