Writer(s): DON FELDER, DON HENLEY, GLENN LEWIS FREYLyrics powered by www.musixmatch. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave! " The Eagles' original recording of the song features Henley singing the lead vocals and concludes. Writing credits for the song are shared by Don Felder (music), Don Henley, and Glenn Frey (lyrics). Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The 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 night man, "We are programmed to receive. 'Hotel California' is the title track from the Eagles' album of the same name and was released as a single in February 1977. 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 far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say. The character of the story in the lyrics has inspired several other conjectural interpretations by listeners. 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 Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. In the Encyclopedia of Great Popular Song Recordings, Volume 1, Steve Sullivan theorized that the 'spirit' that the Hotel California hasn't had since 1969, refers to the spirit of social activism of the 1960s. you can just see this glow on the horizon of lights, and the images that start running through your head of Hollywood and all the dreams that you have, and so it was kind of about that. 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. Nobody was from California, and if you drive into L.A.
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