tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486400355399150144.post6299888691057310782..comments2021-06-07T22:00:22.237-07:00Comments on Prints Shop Midtown East: The Eagles Hotel California LyricsNYSRoadTest@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11875742257908903920noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486400355399150144.post-84349862924269073172016-06-18T15:23:25.262-07:002016-06-18T15:23:25.262-07:00On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm...On a dark desert highway<br />Cool wind in my hair<br />Warm smell of colitas<br />Rising up through the air<br />Up ahead in the distance<br />I saw a shimmering light<br />My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim<br />I had to stop for the night<br /><br />There she stood in the doorway<br />I heard the mission bell<br />And I was thinking to myself<br />"This could be heaven or this could be hell"<br />Then she lit up a candle<br />And she showed me the way<br />There were voices down the corridor<br />I thought I heard them say...<br /><br />Welcome to the Hotel California<br />Such a lovely place<br />(Such a lovely place)<br />Such a lovely face<br />Plenty of room at the Hotel California<br />Any time of year<br />(Any time of year)<br />You can find it here<br /><br />Her mind is Tiffany twisted<br />She got a Mercedes Benz<br />She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys<br />That she calls friends<br />How they dance in the courtyard<br />Sweet summer sweat<br />Some dance to remember<br />Some dance to forget<br /><br />So I called up the Captain<br />"Please bring me my wine"<br />He said: "We haven't had that spirit here<br />Since nineteen sixty nine"<br />And still those voices are calling from far away<br />Wake you up in the middle of the night<br />Just to hear them say...<br /><br />Welcome to the Hotel California<br />Such a lovely place<br />(Such a lovely place)<br />Such a lovely face<br />They livin' it up at the Hotel California<br />What a nice surprise<br />(What a nice surprise)<br />Bring your alibis<br /><br />Mirrors on the ceiling<br />The pink champagne on ice<br />And she said: "We are all just prisoners here<br />Of our own device"<br />And in the master's chambers<br />They gathered for the feast<br />They stab it with their steely knives<br />But they just can't kill the beast<br /><br />Last thing I remember<br />I was running for the door<br />I had to find the passage back<br />To the place I was before<br />"Relax" said the night man<br />"We are programmed to receive<br />You can check out any time you like<br />But you can never leave!"General Astronomyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01363912004620219652noreply@blogger.com