The best song

Je načase se zmínit, že poslouchám nejčastěji rockovou hudbu, okrajově metalovou. Není to nějaká konkrétní skupina, ale každopádně mou nejoblíbenější skladbou je Hotel California od dnes již legendární americké skupiny Eagles. Kdo hraje na elektriku či jí rád alespoň trochu poslouchá, ten musí uznat, že závěrečné dvou minutové sólo, je naprosto úžasné.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimering 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 his 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 sixtynine“

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 can never leave“