domingo, 11 de enero de 2009

HOTEL CALIFORNIA BY THE EAGLES

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hairwarm smell of colitas rising up through the airup ahead in the distance, i saw a shimmering lightmy head grew heavy, and my sight grew dimmeri had to stop for the nightthere she stood in the doorway;i heard the mission belland 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 waythere were voices down the corridor, i thought i heard them say...welcome to the hotel californiasuch a lovely place (such a lovely place)plenty of room at the hotel californiaany time of year, you can find it hereHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes benzshe's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friendshow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.some dance to remember, some dance to forgetso 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 awaywake you up in the middle of the nightjust to hear them say...Welcome to the hotel californiasuch a lovely place (such a lovely face)they livin' it up at the hotel californiawhat a nice surprise, bring your alibisMirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on iceand she said 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'and in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feastthey stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beastlast thing i remember, i was running for the doori had to find the passage back to the place i was before'relax' said the nightman, we are programed to receive.you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave
Fuente: musica.com