| *~* Eagles *~* |
| Hotel California |
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of colitas, risin' up thru the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmerin' light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night. There she stood in the doorway; with the mission bell, And I was thinkin' to myself, This could be heaven ... or This could be hell... Then she lite 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 got the Mercedes Bends. 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 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. 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" In the masters 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 a passage back to the place I was before. "Relax" said the nightman. "We are programmed to receive" You can check out anytime you like... But you can never leave! |
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