E A G L E S

	H o t e l   C a l i f o r n i a

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 thinkin to my self
this coud be heaven or this coud be hell
Then she lit up that 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 of room at the Hotel California
any time of year
any time of year
you can find it here

Her mind is definitely - twisted 
she got the Mersedes - benz
she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
she calls friend
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 nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling
from faraway
wake you up in the middle of the night
just to here them say:

Welcome to the Hotel California
such a lovely place
such a lovely place
such a lovely face

They're livin up at the Hotel California
what a nice surprise
what a nice surprise
bring you're alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
the pink champange on ice and she said:
We are all just prisoners here
of our oun device
And in the masters chambers
they gathered for the 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 the passage back
to the place I was before
Relax, said the nightman
we are programmed to receive
you can check out any time of night
but you can never leave