Hotel California - Bossa Version

On a dark, desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of Colidas, raising up through the air
I look ahead in the distance, Saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

Then she stood in the doorway
I heard a 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 from 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
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 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 livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibi's

Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said,
'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'

And in the masters' chambers
They gathered for their 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 want"
"But you can never leave"

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Welcome to the Hotel California