This is one of my most favorite songs. It's studio version by eagles. The acoustics effect is much better than the live one without the noisy fans in the background.
Those bad boys, unplugged play, back to 1970’s, wild, ruthless, roaming in California which was still remote, not crowded by so many immigrants like today.
This is a not sweet song, lots of implication of drugs, binge...and you know. But anyway it is a great song, very rebellious. At first, I just liked its tone and rocking rythm. I didn't know much what it was singing about, sweating once.
Rolling Stone magazine, for example, placed it as the 49th greatest song of all time.It is also one of The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll. The song's guitar solo is ranked 8th on Guitar Magazine's Top 100 Guitar Solos.
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Hotel California
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
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
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!
