The narrator stops for the night at the Hotel California after seeing lights in the distance on a dark desert highway. Upon entering, they find the hotel has a mysterious, ominous atmosphere. They are unable to leave and realize they have become trapped there, along with other "prisoners" who are unable to escape their own desires and reality.
The narrator stops for the night at the Hotel California after seeing lights in the distance on a dark desert highway. Upon entering, they find the hotel has a mysterious, ominous atmosphere. They are unable to leave and realize they have become trapped there, along with other "prisoners" who are unable to escape their own desires and reality.
The narrator stops for the night at the Hotel California after seeing lights in the distance on a dark desert highway. Upon entering, they find the hotel has a mysterious, ominous atmosphere. They are unable to leave and realize they have become trapped there, along with other "prisoners" who are unable to escape their own desires and reality.
Cool wind in my hair He said: We haven't had that Warm smell of colitas spirit here since Rising up through the air Nineteen sixty-nine Up ahead, in the distance And, still, those voices are calling I saw a shimmering light from far away My head grew heavy and my Wake you up in the middle of the sight grew dim night I had to stop for the night Just to hear them say There she stood, in the doorway Welcome to the Hotel California I heard the Mission bell Such a lovely place And I was thinking to myself (Such a lovely place) This could be heaven or this Such a lovely face could be hell They're livin' it up at the Hotel Then she lit up a candle and she California showed me the way What a nice surprise There were voices down the (What a nice surprise) corridor Bring your alibis I thought I heard them say Mirrors on the ceiling Welcome to the Hotel California The pink champagne on ice Such a lovely place And she said: We are all just (Such a lovely place) prisoners here Such a lovely face Of our own device Plenty of room at the Hotel And in the master's chambers California They gathered for the feast Any time of year They stab it with their steely (Any time of year) knives You can find it here But they just can't kill the beast Her mind is Tiffany-twisted Last thing I remember She got the Mercedes-Benz I was running for the door She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys I had to find the passage back That she calls friends To the place I was before How they dance in the courtyard Relax, said the night man Sweet summer sweat We are programmed to receive Some dance to remember You can check out any time you Some dance to forget like But you can never leave