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Hotel California

Eagles

Rock

Music Video

Hotel California (2013 Remaster)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Felder
Don Felder
Background Vocals
Don Henley
Don Henley
Drums
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Background Vocals
Joe Walsh
Joe Walsh
Electric Guitar
Randy Meisner
Randy Meisner
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Felder
Don Felder
Songwriter
Don Henley
Don Henley
Songwriter
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Allan Blazek
Allan Blazek
Engineer
Bruce Hensal
Bruce Hensal
Engineer
Ed Mashal
Ed Mashal
Engineer
Bill Szymczyk
Bill Szymczyk
Producer

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 thinkin' 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, uh 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 1969" 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 (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 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"
Writer(s): Glenn Lewis Frey, Don Felder, Donald Hugh Henley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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