Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hotel California, artist - Anthony Ventura. Album song Music For Making Love, in the genre
Date of issue: 23.06.1992
Record label: Warner Music Group Germany, WEA
Song language: English
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 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 (Any time of year) |
You can find it here |
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz |
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys 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 livin' it up at the Hotel California |
What a nice surprise (what a nice suprise) |
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!' |