![]() Get the embed code EAGLES - Greatest Hits Vol. You can check out any time you like but you can never leave" "Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive I had to find the passage back to the place I was before Last thing I remember I was running for the door They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on iceĪnd she said, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device"Īnd in the master's chambers they gathered for the feast They're living it up at the Hotel California Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"Īnd still those voices are calling from far away So I called up the captain, "Please bring me my wine" Some dance to remember, some dance to forget How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends ![]() Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way Then I was thinking to myself this could be Heaven or this could be Hell There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air In the sweeping yet cynical piano ballad “The Last Resort,” Henley is already bracing for the moment when the party has to end-not just for a band that would split within four years, but for the very notion of American capitalism itself.On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair But Hotel California is both a portrait of ’70s excess from behind the velvet rope and the soundtrack to the inevitably cruel comedown. That swagger spills over into the brontosaurus stomp of “Victim of Love” (the closest this band ever got to heavy metal) and the disco-fied “Life in the Fast Lane,” an account of Hollywood hedonism as alluringly decadent as a penthouse masquerade ball with an open bar. Formerly the frontman of dirty-boogie outfit the James Gang and an eccentric, hard-rockin’ solo artist in his own right, Walsh immediately puts his stamp on the band with the opening “Hotel California,” where he and six-string wingman Don Felder added the exclamation point to Don Henley’s eerie, enigmatic narrative with one of the most dramatic, finger-aching guitar solos in the rock canon. That shift can be largely attributed to the new kid in town: Joe Walsh, who replaced outgoing founding guitarist Bernie Leadon. That honor, of course, goes to the title track of their 1976 smash Hotel California, the record where the Eagles expunged any lingering trace of their country-rock roots and took up residence in the football stadiums of the world. But here’s the crazy thing: The band’s most popular, career-defining song was still to come. To put the Eagles’ mid-’70s dominance into perspective, consider this: In early 1976, the group released Their Greatest Hits 1971-1975, a compilation that would spend the next half decade in the Billboard Top 200 and go on to become the biggest-selling American album of the 20th century.
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