Andrés Correa - Medias nueves lyrics



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 Place,
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, Uh
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 sa-ay:

Welcome To The Hotel California
Such a Lovely Place,
(Such a Lovely Place)
Such a Lovely Face,
They're 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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