Hotel California(加州旅馆 电吉他尾奏，鼓，贝斯)

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 dimmer

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 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 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...



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

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.

You can check out any time you like,

But you can never leave. "





Lead vocal: Don Henley

Guitar solos: Don Felder & Joe Walsh

Percussion: Don Henley