Hotel California
Pedro Javier González Lyrics

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
I was driving on a deserted road, feeling the cool wind blowing my hair.

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
I could smell the sweet scent of marijuana in the air.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
I saw a light shining in the distance.

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I felt tired and my vision started to fade.

I had to stop for the night
So, I decided to stop for the night.

There she stood in the doorway
When I arrived, I saw a woman standing in the doorway.

I heard the mission bell
I heard the sound of a church bell ringing.

And I was thinking to myself
I started to think to myself.

"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
I was wondering if this was going to be a good or bad experience.

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
The woman lit a candle and showed me the way inside.

There were voices down the corridor
I heard voices coming from down the hall.

I thought I heard them say
I thought I could hear what they were saying.

"Welcome to the Hotel California"
The voices said, 'Welcome to the Hotel California.'

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
The Hotel California seemed like such a beautiful and nice place.

Such a lovely face
The woman who showed me in had a beautiful face.

Plenty of room at the Hotel California
There was enough space for me at the Hotel California.

Any time of year (Any time of year)
I could stay at the Hotel California any time of year.

You can find it here
This is the right place to be.

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
The woman was a high-class and fanciful person with expensive taste, driving a luxurious Mercedes.

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
She had many handsome male friends whom she referred to as 'pretty, pretty boys.'

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
They were dancing in the courtyard, sweating in the summer heat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
Some people danced to remember old memories, while others danced to forget their troubles.

So I called up the Captain
I called for the captain.

"Please bring me my wine"
I asked for my wine to be brought to me.

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
The captain replied and informed me that they no longer served the wine that I had requested.

And still those voices are calling from far away
I could still hear the distant voices calling me.

Wake you up in the middle of the night
The voices could wake me up in the middle of the night.

Just to hear them say
They would only repeat the same welcoming message.

"Welcome to the Hotel California"
The voices kept saying, 'Welcome to the Hotel California.'

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
The Hotel California kept looking beautiful and nice.

Such a lovely face
The woman in the doorway remained beautiful.

They livin' it up at the Hotel California
It seemed like everyone at the Hotel California was living their best life.

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
It was a pleasant surprise for me to see people having fun.

Bring your alibis
People are encouraged to bring excuses or explanations for their actions.

Mirrors on the ceiling
There were mirrors attached to the ceiling.

The pink champagne on ice
There was pink Champagne chilling in ice.

And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
The woman told me that we were all prisoners of our own actions and decisions.

And in the master's chambers
In the room of the hotel's owner.

They gathered for the feast
People gathered to have a feast.

They stab it with their steely knives
They use their metaphorical sharp knives to attack or ruin things.

But they just can't kill the beast
They cannot destroy the cause of the problem.

Last thing I remember, I was
The last thing I could recall was.

Running for the door
I was running towards the exit door.

I had to find the passage back
I needed to find the way to go back.

To the place I was before
To my original location or to where I came from.

"Relax, " said the night man
The night's watchman told me to calm down.

"We are programmed to receive
He informed me that they are meant to welcome new guests.

You can check-out any time you like
I was free to leave as I pleased.

But you can never leave! "
The catch was that I might never really leave the Hotel California.