In article <1992Jul12.email@example.com>,
firstname.lastname@example.org (Mike Mongeau) says:
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 face
(1)Plenty of room at the Hotel California
(2)They livin' it up at the Hotel California
(1)Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
(2)What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis
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."
"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
CHORUS (with ending 2)
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 nightman, "We are programmed to receive"
"You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave"
(Instrumental and fade)
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Bm 2 2 4 4 3 2 bar at 2nd or x x 4 4 3 2
Bm7 2 2 4 2 3 2 bar at 2nd or x x 4 2 3 2
F# 2 4 4 3 2 2 bar at 2nd or x 4 4 3 2 2
A 0 0 2 2 2 0
E 0 2 2 1 0 0
G 3 2 0 0 0 3
D x 0 0 2 3 2
Em 0 2 2 0 0 0