Hotel California

Bem,antes de mais quero dizer que estou espantado comigo mesmo.Não me lembro de postar tanta coisa como hoje.Talvez o facto de estar numa aula sem interesse (ou com pouco,para não ser muito mau) ajude a este meu discorrer sem fim.

O propósito deste post surge porque tenho saudades do meu ano de caloiro.Não pela vida boémia ou pela quantidade de paqueras,mas sim pela música,pelo convívio.Há muito tempo que não passo um serão a cantar com os meus amigos.A culpa não é de ninguém.A vida é mesmo assim:uns terminam os cursos,outros começam a trabalhar e outros seguem outros caminhos.Mesmo assim não posso deixar de sentir saudades das noites a beber traçadinho na Ti Arminda e a cantar todo o tipo de música.E a que mais prazer me dava era "Hotel California" dos Eagles.Ah Rijo,grandes noitadas,lembras-te?A ti,a nós e a todos os que gostam dessa música,aqui fica a letra.E não me perguntem porque gosto desta canção...até porque a minha resposta seria :"Como não poderia gostar?"...

Hotel California - Eagles

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 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 bends
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 face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California 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
The 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 checkout any time you like, but you can never leave

Espero que gostem...ou que passem a gostar...