Hotel California

作曲 : Don Felder/Don Henley/Glenn Frey

制作人 : 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

(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

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 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! \"

-Solo-

钢琴 : John Corey

鼓 : Don Henley/Scott F Crago

贝斯 : Timothy B. Schmit

吉他 : Deacon Frey/Joe Walsh/Steuart Smith/Vince Gill

和声 : John Corey/Steuart Smith/Will Hollis

母带工程师 : Bernie Grundman

[00:01.000] 作曲 : Don Felder/Don Henley/Glenn Frey

[00:02.000] 制作人 : Don Henley

[02:13.995]

[02:15.223]On a dark desert highway

[02:18.436]cool wind in my hair

[02:21.701]Warm smell of colitas,

[02:24.784]rising up through the air

[02:28.153]Up ahead in the distance,

[02:31.157]I saw a shimmering light

[02:34.684]My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

[02:37.662]I had to stop for the night

[02:39.961]

[02:41.110]There she stood in the doorway;

[02:44.245]I heard the mission bell

[02:47.693]And I was thinking to myself,

[02:49.835]\"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell\"

[02:54.145]Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

[03:00.597]There were voices down the corridor,

[03:03.837]I thought I heard them say...

[03:05.848]

[03:07.076]Welcome to the Hotel California

[03:12.771]Such a lovely place

[03:14.442](Such a lovely place)

[03:16.036]Such a lovely face

[03:19.667]Plenty of room at the Hotel California

[03:25.753]Any time of year

[03:27.399](Any time of year)

[03:28.966]You can find it here

[03:31.840]

[03:32.937]Her mind is Tiffany-twisted

[03:36.176]she got the Mercedes bends

[03:39.494]She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

[03:43.099]she calls friends

[03:45.998]How they dance in the courtyard,

[03:48.820]sweet summer sweat.

[03:52.451]Some dance to remember

[03:55.690]some dance to forget

[03:57.780]

[03:58.955]So I called up the Captain,

[04:02.064]\"Please bring me my wine\"

[04:04.624]He said,

[04:05.303]\"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine\"

[04:11.860]And still those voices are calling from far away,

[04:18.416]Wake you up in the middle of the night

[04:21.603]Just to hear them say...

[04:23.719]

[04:24.895]Welcome to the Hotel California

[04:30.563]Such a lovely place

[04:32.392](Such a lovely place)

[04:33.750]Such a lovely face

[04:37.198]They livin' it up at the Hotel California

[04:43.572]What a nice surprise

[04:45.166](what a nice surprise)

[04:46.916]Bring your alibis

[04:49.685]

[04:50.730]Mirrors on the ceiling,

[04:53.864]The pink champagne on ice

[04:55.980]And she said

[04:57.339]\"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device\"

[05:03.608]And in the master's chambers,

[05:06.847]They gathered for the feast

[05:10.191]They stab it with their steely knives,

[05:12.751]But they just can't kill the beast

[05:15.259]

[05:16.826]Last thing I remember, I was

[05:20.039]Running for the door

[05:23.566]I had to find the passage back

[05:25.760]To the place I was before

[05:29.783]\"Relax, \" said the night man,

[05:32.264]\"We are programmed to receive.

[05:36.235]You can check-out any time you like,

[05:39.370]But you can never leave! \"

[05:40.885]

[05:41.355]-Solo-

[06:09.024] 钢琴 : John Corey

[06:36.693] 鼓 : Don Henley/Scott F Crago

[07:04.362] 贝斯 : Timothy B. Schmit

[07:32.031] 吉他 : Deacon Frey/Joe Walsh/Steuart Smith/Vince Gill

[07:59.700] 和声 : John Corey/Steuart Smith/Will Hollis

[08:27.369] 母带工程师 : Bernie Grundman