Hotel California Song By Eagles:
- Song: Hotel California
- Artist: Eagles
- Engineer: Allan Blazek
- Remastering Engineer: Bernie Grundman
- Mixing Engineer: Bill Szymczyk
- Producer: Bill Szymczyk
- Engineer: Bruce Hensal
- Guitar: Don Felder
- Solo Guitar: Don Felder
- Electric Guitar: Don Felder
- Backing Vocals: Don Felder
- Drums, Percussion, Vocals: Don Henley
- Backing Vocals: Don Henley
- Engineer: Ed Mashal
- 12 String Guitar: Glenn Frey
- Vocals: Glenn Frey
- String Arranger: Jim Ed Norman
- Conductor: Jim Ed Norman
- Guitar: Joe Walsh
- Solo Guitar: Joe Walsh
- Backing Vocals: Joe Walsh
- Bass Guitar: Randy Meisner
- Backing Vocals: Randy Meisner
- Concert Master Conductor: Sid Sharp
- Writer: Don Felder
- Writer: Don Henley
- Writer: Glenn Frey
Hotel California lyrics – Eagles:
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, 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 awa
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!
