 鲜花( 152)  鸡蛋( 1)
|
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
% T% H% Z7 F5 q6 TWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
6 t* q* T" |! C+ d5 UUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light: |; ~: e2 U: I2 I. ^( F7 e
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim; e. H! P8 W7 t8 \" f. C
I had to stop for the night8 Y) v2 D a4 H! O' ~ T" l
There she stood in the doorway;/ q4 N( F, d! a- U9 ~
I heard the mission bell0 M! ?3 M; C* F+ C1 I, b
And I was thinking to myself,
8 [5 z0 k. g4 j' a2 W’this could be heaven or this could be hell’' `+ t3 x4 }1 a# l" K. E
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
, O3 ~/ V& `) S6 f+ ^! Y: vThere were voices down the corridor,
1 d: Z( z2 m- F) h9 M" mI thought I heard them say...
9 ^1 _1 P9 F( i2 |9 O4 Y' p3 ~: P$ d1 K+ _1 ^. x
Welcome to the hotel california) o- }! S: r, Q$ |7 e7 Q
Such a lovely place
$ P3 Z! Q$ {" w) }; SSuch a lovely face
2 F: q1 S9 t4 o4 |1 nPlenty of room at the hotel california! j5 t. ], f9 J' y: B" L
Any time of year, you can find it here/ r8 ^$ \2 H9 w& b: Y5 P
- g1 w: K# L4 i- f$ m7 {" XHer mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends6 U' g1 R4 R. w" I9 n
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends4 N! I! l6 R/ M* ^* @
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.7 i4 c. ^( R6 ]6 R( N) ~( J' f s' q! @
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
* Z/ B) a" k. G8 _4 d1 s2 t* n" P
3 D# z! V7 u5 y" F5 `So I called up the captain,; a: d6 ~# B0 [: t4 o
’please bring me my wine’
# G, _& T3 b; J. h% n' AHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’! Q/ @! ^4 e1 P; c) s; n
And still those voices are calling from far away,4 S& h( X4 \$ }/ E5 i& V' C+ F
Wake you up in the middle of the night
8 T) F/ s, w% K$ e3 Z3 U3 {Just to hear them say.... f$ S( ]* p3 {1 P" T
# g0 M- @9 f( U. r
Welcome to the hotel california. h# ^) M* |4 ~6 Y/ [
Such a lovely place
& l5 {$ Q9 R1 dSuch a lovely face
/ l! F! y' l/ ^) t6 g" | A' cThey livin’ it up at the hotel california+ S9 @$ z, ~' t# u/ c
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis" @' ^6 J9 N$ b. W
+ o$ ]0 J- H, |; f/ [, q6 P5 ?' V
Mirrors on the ceiling,1 y% v' X! ~/ z3 h, j# U
The pink champagne on ice$ m" Y. H+ V) r) S; H
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
0 w3 s7 B; U: l# J- jAnd in the master’s chambers,
8 Y8 A& x; p0 d8 z! _They gathered for the feast5 T( c8 F- m! @! E
The stab it with their steely knives,
" J2 ?/ j! E' ?0 Y t& OBut they just can’t kill the beast
, y$ h/ M9 o$ {( i5 G% {9 l( F$ u, C4 |
Last thing I remember, I was
) A6 C4 N) G6 a0 ZRunning for the door9 E9 |! B% n$ B9 i8 V/ I; V: d
I had to find the passage back
6 R0 y* D7 N, W6 p2 UTo the place I was before, _+ d1 P. s: R; Q4 Y$ g- j2 D
’relax,’ said the night man,
& t. j* Y4 k3 ~# yWe are programmed to receive.
% v$ ^: S1 O, `- B) bYou can checkout any time you like,
5 }7 T- ?: A2 E$ bBut you can never leave! |
|