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Souviens-toi un été - N°42 (1977 - Eagles : Hotel California) [rediffusion]

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Titre : N°42 (1977 - Eagles : Hotel California) [rediffusion]

Année : 2008

Auteurs compositeurs : Décibel FM / Don Felder - Don Henley - Glenn Frey

Pochette : Norman Seeff - David Alexander

Durée : 11 m 41 s

Label : B&M Prod

Référence : n°42

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On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
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

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She got the Mercedes Bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
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 nineteen sixty-nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place) such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (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 nightman
"We are programmed to receive
You can check out anytime you like
But you can never leave"


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1 commentaire
Djanik77 Le 27/08/2008 à 15:07
Merci pour le clin d'œil Déci :-)

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