Hotel California Album

Artist(s): Eagles

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Eagles Hotel California Cover Art

Tracklist

Hotel California

length: 6:31
producer: Bill Szymczyk
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
engineer: Allan Blazek, Bruce Hensal, Ed Mashal and Bill Szymczyk
electric guitar: Joe Walsh
percussion: Don Henley
lead vocals: Don Henley
bass guitar: Randy Meisner
background vocals: Randy Meisner, Glenn Frey, Don Felder, Joe Walsh and Don Henley
concertmaster: Sid Sharp
12 string guitar: Glenn Frey
12 string guitar & electric guitar: Don Felder
drums (drum set): Don Henley
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey, Don Felder

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 Benz
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 night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you just can never leave!'
Thanks to fatih for the correctionThanks to Daniel for the correction

New Kid in Town

length: 5:04
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Glenn Frey
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
engineer: Allan Blazek, Ed Mashal, Bruce Hensal and Bill Szymczyk
background vocals: Randy Meisner and Don Henley
acoustic guitar: Glenn Frey
percussion: Don Henley
drums (drum set): Don Henley
concertmaster: Sid Sharp
electric guitar: Don Felder
bass guitar & guitarrĂ³n mexicano: Randy Meisner
Rhodes piano & Hammond organ: Joe Walsh
writer: Don Henley, J.D. Souther, Glenn Frey
There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar.
Great expectations, ev'rybody's watching you.
People you meet, they all seem to know you.
Even your old friends treat you like you're something new.
Johnny come lately, the new kid in town.
Ev'rybody loves you, so don't let them down.

You look in her eyes; the music begins to play.
Hopeless romantics, here we go again.
But after a while you're looking the other way.
It's those restless hearts that never mend.
Johnny come lately, the new kid in town.
Will she still love you when you're not around?

There's so many things you should have told her,
but night after night you're willing to hold her, just hold her.
Tears on your shoulder.

There's talk on the street; it's there to remind you
that it doesn't really matter which side you're on.
You're walking away and they're talking behind you.
They will never forget you till somebody new comes along.
Where you been lately? There's a new kid in town.
Ev'rybody loves him, don't they?
Now he's holding her, and you're still around. Oh, my, my.
There's a new kid in town, just another new kid in town.
Ooh, hoo. Ev'rybody's talking 'bout the new kid in town.
Ooh, hoo. Ev'rybody's walking like the new kid in town.

There's a new kid in town. I don't want to hear it.
There's a new kid in town. I don't want to hear it.
There's a new kid in town. There's a new kid in town.
There's a new kid in town. There's a new kid in town.
There's a new kid in town. There's a new kid in town.

Life in the Fast Lane

length: 4:47
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
engineer: Bruce Hensal, Bill Szymczyk, Allan Blazek and Ed Mashal
background vocals: Glenn Frey and Randy Meisner
drums (drum set): Don Henley
bass guitar: Randy Meisner
clavinet: Glenn Frey
guitar: Joe Walsh, Don Felder, Don Felder and Joe Walsh
concertmaster: Sid Sharp
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey, Joe Walsh
He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held for ransom
In the heart of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless said he was crude
They had one thing in common: they were good in bed
She'd say, "Faster, faster. "The lights are turning red."

Life in the fast lane Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane

Eager for action and hot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
They knew all the right people; They took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties; They paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice she was caught up in the race
Out every evenin' until it was light
He was too tired to make it; she was too tired to fight about it.

Life in the fast lane surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane everything all the time
Life in the fast lane

Blowin' and burnin' blinded by thirst
They didn't see the stop sign; Took a turn for the worst
She said, "Listen, baby. You can hear the engine ring.
"We've been up and down this highway; haven't seen a god-damn thing."
He said, "Call the doctor. I think I'm gonna crash."
"The doctor say he's coming but you gotta pay in cash."
They were rushing down that freeway; Messed around and got lost
They didn't care they were just dyin' to get off.

And it was life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane everything all the time
Life in the fast lane

Wasted Time

length: 4:57
producer: Bill Szymczyk
piano: Glenn Frey
lead vocals: Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
engineer: Bruce Hensal, Allan Blazek, Bill Szymczyk and Ed Mashal
organ: Joe Walsh
guitar: Don Felder
concertmaster: Sid Sharp
writer: Don Henley, Jim Ed Norman, Glenn Frey
Well baby, there you stand
With your little head, down in your hand
Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening
Again
Your baby's gone, and you're all alone
And it looks like the end.

And you're back out on the street.
And you're tryin' to remember.
How will you start it over?
You don't know if you can
You don't care much for a stranger's touch,
But you can't hold your man.

You never thought you'd be alone this far
Down the line
And I know what's been on your mind
You're afraid it's all been wasted time

The autumn leaves have got you thinking
About the first time that you fell
You didn't love the boy too much, no, no
You just loved the boy to well, Farewell
So you live from day to day, and you dream
About tomorrow, oh.
And the hours go by like minutes
And the shadows come to stay
So you take a little something to
Make them go away
And I could have done so many things, baby
If I could only stop my mind from wondrin' what
I left behind and from worrying 'bout this wasted time

Ooh, another love has come and gone
Ooh, and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
"Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone."
So you can get on with your search, baby, and I can
Get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find , that it wasn't really
Wasted time
Mm,hm
Oh hoo, ooh, ohh,
Ooh,ooh, mm


Thanks to Jaz for the correction

Wasted Time (reprise)

length: 1:24
producer: Bill Szymczyk
conductor: Jim Ed Norman
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
engineer: Allan Blazek, Bill Szymczyk, Ed Mashal and Bruce Hensal
strings arranger: Jim Ed Norman
concertmaster: Sid Sharp
writer: Don Henley, Jim Ed Norman, Glenn Frey
Instrumental

Victim of Love

length: 4:10
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
engineer: Allan Blazek, Bill Szymczyk, Ed Mashal and Bruce Hensal
guitar: Don Felder
slide guitar: Joe Walsh
concertmaster: Sid Sharp
writer: Don Henley, Don Felder, J.D. Souther, Glenn Frey
What kind of love have you got?
You should be home but you're not.
A room full of noise and dangerous boys
Still make you thirsty and hot.
I heard about you and that man.
There's just one thing I don't understand.
You say he's a liar and he put out your fire,
How come you still got his gun in your hand?

Victim of love, I see a broken heart.
You got your stories to tell.
Victim of love, it's such an easy part
And you know how to play it so well.

Some people never come clean,
I think you know what I mean, oh.
You're walkin' the wire, pain and desire,
Lookin' for love in between.
Tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine.
This ain't no time to be cool.
And tell all your girlfriends, your "been around the world" friends
That talk is for losers and fools.

Victim of love, I see a broken heart.
I could be wrong but I'm not, no, I'm not.
Victim of love, we're not so far apart.
Show me what kind of love have you got.

Victim of love, I see a broken heart.
I could be wrong but I'm not.
Victim of love, we're not so far apart.
What kind of love have you got?

Victim of love, you're just a victim of love.
I could be wrong but I'm not, no, I'm not.
Victim of love, now you're a victim of love.
What kind of love have you got?
What kind of love have you got?
What kind of love have you got?

Pretty Maids All in a Row

length: 3:59
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Joe Walsh
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
engineer: Ed Mashal, Bruce Hensal, Allan Blazek and Bill Szymczyk
synthesizer: Glenn Frey
synthesizer & piano: Joe Walsh
concertmaster: Sid Sharp
writer: Joe Vitale, Joe Walsh
Hi there,
How are 'ya?
it's been a long time
My, but we learn so slow
and heroes, they come
and they go
and leave us behind as if
we're s'pposed to know why
Why do we give up our hearts to the past?
and why must we grow up so fast?
And all you wishing well fools
with your fortunes
someone should send you a rose with
love from a friend,
it's nice to here from you again
And the storybook comes to a close
Gone are the ribbons and bows
Things to remember places to go
Pretty Maids all in a Row
Oh, oh oh, oh......

Try and Love Again

length: 5:11
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Randy Meisner
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
engineer: Bill Szymczyk, Ed Mashal, Bruce Hensal and Allan Blazek
guitar: Joe Walsh and Glenn Frey
concertmaster: Sid Sharp
composer: Randy Meisner
lyricist: Randy Meisner
When you're out there on your own
Where your memories can find you
Like a circle goes around
You were lost until you found out
What it all comes down to

One by one
The lonely feelings come
Day by day,they slowly fade away

Ooh, the look was in her eyes
You never know what might be found there
She was dancing right in time
And the moves she made so fine
Like the music that surrounds her

Should I stay or go?
I really want to know
Would I loose or win
If I try and love again?
Oh gonna try and love again
Oh I'm gonna try and love again
Oh gonna try and love

Right or wrong, what's done is done
It's only moments that we borrow
But the thoughts will linger on
Of the lady and her song
When the sun comes up tomorrow
Well, it might take years to see
Through all these tears
Don't let go
When you find it you will know

Oh,gonna try and love again
Oh,gonna try and love again
Oh, gonna try and love again
Oh
Sometimes lose, sometimes win,
Sometimes you need a friend
Oh
Oh
Gonna try,
Gonna try
Gonna try, gonna try, gonna try, gonna try.

The Last Resort

length: 7:29
producer: Bill Szymczyk
piano: Glenn Frey
lead vocals: Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
engineer: Bruce Hensal, Bill Szymczyk, Allan Blazek and Ed Mashal
background vocals: Glenn Frey, Don Felder, Joe Walsh and Randy Meisner
acoustic guitar: Glenn Frey
synthesizer: Don Henley
electric guitar & synthesizer: Joe Walsh
drums (drum set): Don Henley
bass guitar: Randy Meisner
electric guitar & pedal steel guitar: Don Felder
concertmaster: Sid Sharp
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey
She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air.
She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee,
Just as her father came across the sea.

She heard about a place people were smilin',
They spoke about the red man's way, how they loved the land.
And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide.

Down in the crowded bars out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all what it's like up there.
And they called it paradise, I don't know why.
Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high.

Then the chilly winds blew down across the desert,
Through the canyons of the coast to the Malibu
Where the pretty people play hungry for power
To light their neon way and give them things to do.

Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught 'em,
Put up a bunch of earthly boxes and Jesus People bought 'em
And they called it paradise, the place to be,
They watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea.

You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did so many years ago.
They even brought a neon sign 'Jesus is Coming',
Brought the white man's burden down, brought the white man's reign.

Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine?
Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here.
We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny and in the name of God.

And you can see them there on Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about what it's like up there.
They called it paradise, I don't know why.
You call some place paradise, kissing it goodbye.

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Thanks to Adrian Wills for the correction