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Vocals
Acoustic Guitars
Electric Guitars
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Bass
Drums
Band Practice without Frikkels
74 BPM
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitis; 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…
(Chorus)
Welcome to the Hotel California; Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
There’s plenty of room at the Hotel California;
Anytime of year; (anytime of year) You can find us here…
Her mind is Tiffany twisted, She got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys; that she calls friends
How they danced in the court yard; 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 1969
And still those voice are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night; Just to hear them say
(Chorus)
Welcome to the Hotel California; Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
We re livin it up at the Hotel California;
What a nice surprise; (What a nice surprise); Bring your alibis…
Mirrors on the ceiling; pink champagne on ice (an 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 find the passage back to the place I was before
“Relax” said the night man; we are programmed to receive
You can check out anytime you like; But you can never leave…
(Guitar solo: Am E7 G D F C Dm E) X 4
Syncopated Ending