Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pink Turtle
Pink Turtle
Performer
Aurélie Tropez
Aurélie Tropez
Alto Saxophone
Bernard Balestier
Bernard Balestier
Trumpet
Didier Desbois
Didier Desbois
Alto Saxophone
François Biensan
François Biensan
Trumpet
Jean Pierre Dumontier
Jean Pierre Dumontier
Trombone
Jean-Claude Onesta
Jean-Claude Onesta
Trombone
Nicolas Montier
Nicolas Montier
Tenor Saxophone
Philippe Chagne
Philippe Chagne
Baritone Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Felder
Don Felder
Songwriter
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Songwriter
Don Henley
Don Henley
Songwriter
Christophe Davot
Christophe Davot
Arranger
Marc Richard
Marc Richard
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruno Minisini
Bruno Minisini
Recording Engineer
Pierre-Louis Denanteuil
Pierre-Louis Denanteuil
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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 living' 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
Writer(s): Glenn Lewis Frey, Don Felder, Donald Hugh Henley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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