Hotel California (Eagles)

Hotel California” es el título de la canción del álbum homónimo de la banda estadounidense de rock Eagles, de comienzos del año 1977. Es una de las canciones más famosas de la banda, y del estilo adult oriented rock. Los créditos de escritura de la canción son compartidos por Don Felder, Don Henley y Glenn Frey.

||    Em                       |     B7                     |
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
|    D                       |     C#m7b5              |
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
|    C                          |     G                                 |
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
|    Am7                                                  |     B7                                           ||
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…

||:    C                              |     G                     |   Am7              |   B7                 :||
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
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California, 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
The 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
You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave

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