Hotel California - The Eagles - with lyrics

This Rock classic is the title track from the Eagles' album of the same name and was released as a single in February 1977. It topped the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart for one week in May 1977 and peaked at number 10 on the Easy Listening chart. Billboard ranked it number 19 on its 1977 Pop Singles year-end chart. Three months after its first release, the single was certified Gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), representing one million copies shipped. The Eagles also won the 1977 Grammy Award for Record of the Year for "Hotel California" at the 20th Grammy Awards in 1978. (Source: Wikipedia).



Hotel California
The Eagles

Lyrics: Don Henley & Glenn Frey

Music: Don Felder

Lead vocals, drums, backing vocals: Don Henley

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)
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 place)
Such a lovely face
They’re 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”
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!”