Testo e accordi di Hotel California degli Eagles

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Hotel California è una famosissima canzone a livello mondiale scritta nel 1976 da Don Felder, Don Henley e Glenn Frey. Il brano, che fu lanciato dalla band degli Eagles, fa parte dell’omonimo album del celebre complesso musicale, uscito nello stesso anno. Hotel California è una delle canzoni più ascoltate nel periodo degli album “Oriented rock”.

La canzone conquistò in breve tempo (Maggio 1977) la vetta delle classifiche “Billboard Hot 100” rimanendoci però per una sola settimana.

Nel 1988, in Germania, venne proposta dagli stessi Eagles una tripla versione in CD, con le due tracce originali ed una “live” del fortunato brano.

Sotto è riportato il testo integrale della canzone:

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 face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted

Shès got the Mercedes bends

Shès 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 1969

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 face

They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise

Bring your alibies

Mirrors on the ceiling

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 programed to recieve

You can check out any time you like

But you can never leave. 

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