Hotel California

Hotel California
Poderia escrever um bocado sobre essa canção que eu gosto, de uma banda que eu não gosto. Por exemplo, que a canção ganhou o Grammy de 77 e a banda não foi receber, "porque não acreditava em concursos".
Don Felder e Joe Walsh tocaram juntos os solos de guitarras, criando um fantástico efeito sonoro.
Em 1994, eles gravaram uma versão ao vivo e acústica para a MTV que foi incluída no album Hell Freezes Over. O album ficou em primeiro lugar nos States na semana de lançamento.

O Gypsy Kings tem uma versão muito boa da música, acreditem, eh, eh, eh...

Mas o principal em relação a essa música foi um fato ocorrido nos anos 80 comigo. Em meio ao solo de guitarra o locutor não se conteve e gritou no microfone: " Chora, guitarra..."


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
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 checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!