Hotel California - Jorn Lande

On a dark desert highway, cold wind in my hair

Warm smell of cleat dust 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

And 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 space, plenty of room at the Hotel California, anytime of year, you can find it here.

Her mind is tenfoly twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends

They dance in the courtyard, see summer sweat

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captains, "Please bring me my wine"

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

As they hear them say

Welcome to your hotel, California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They're giving it up at the hotel, California

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."