The Eagles is an American rock band formed in Los Angeles, California during the early 1970s. The group chose the name Eagles as a nod to The Byrds (Leadon had been in Dillard & Clark with former Byrds singer Gene Clark and in The Flying Burrito Brothers with former Byrds Gram Parsons, Chris Hillman, and Michael Clarke). Comedian Steve Martin records in his autobiography, Born Standing Up, that Frey was very particular that the name was Eagles and not The Eagles.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
AmE7 On a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair GD Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air F Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light Dm My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim E7 I had to stop for the night
Am There she stood in the doorway E7 I heard the mission bell G And I was thinking to myself D “This could be Heaven or this could be Hell” FC Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way Dm There were voices down the corridor E7 I thought I heard them say…
Chorus: FC Welcome to the Hotel California E7 Such a lovely place Such a lovely place Am Such a lovely face F Plenty of room at the Hotel C California Dm Any time of year Any time of year E7 You can find it here
Verse: AmE7 Her mind is Tiffany-twisted she got the Mercedes Benz GD She got a lot of pretty pretty boys she calls friends F How they dance in the courtyard C sweet summer sweat DmE7 Some dance to remember some dance to forget
Am So I called up the Captain E7 “Please bring me my wine” G He said “We haven’t had that spirit here D since nineteen sixty nine” F And still those voices are calling from C far away Dm Wake you up in the middle of the night E7 Just to hear them say…
Chorus: FC Welcome to the Hotel California E7 Such a lovely place Such a lovely place Am Such a lovely face F Plenty of room at the Hotel C California Dm Any time of year Any time of year E7 You can find it here
Am Mirrors on the ceiling E7 The pink champagne on ice G And she said “We are all just prisoners D here of our own device” F And in the master’s chambers C They gathered for the feast Dm They stab it with their steely knives E7 But they just can’t kill the beast
Am Last thing I remember I was E7 Running for the door G I had to find the passage back D To the place I was before F “Relax ” said the night man C “We are programmed to receive Dm You can check-out any time you like E7 But you can never leave ”