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 place (background)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
You can find it here
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes bends
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 Place (background)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise (background)
Bring your alibies
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 nightman
We are programed to recieve
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
...i got tired of packing and unpacking
round and round
up and down the dial
baby you and me were never meant to be
but maybe think of me once in a while
I'm on W-K-R-P in Cincinatti...
(sorry, I felt as though we had to have closure on that one).
Well I got your late night call
You're in the center of it all
You're havin’ a ball
And your really doin’ fine
A west coast time
And I believe you
But here’s one for the coast
The people with the most
The pretty, pretty folks
The west coast folks
Yeah here’s one for the coast
The people with the most
The pretty, pretty folks
The west coast folks
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
There’s nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And fuck New York too
Yeah your heaven is a lie
Just more shit that I don’t buy
Well they're headin’ for the coast
They’re movin’ out in droves
Sendin’ back reports on the radio
The message is the same
It’s getting pretty lame
California dreamin’s on the radio
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
There’s nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
But there’s nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And fuck New York too
L.A.!! (x’s 9)
Here’s one for the coast
YEAH
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
There’s nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
There’s nothing left to say
Please no more California songs (x’s 5)
And fuck New York too
