HH Favorite Rock Album Round 1 (1972- 79) - #8 Hotel California vs #9 Houses of The Holy

In a dark desert stadium
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of the Zimas
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 thinkin' 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
How come we always lose to California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of reasons we lose to California
Any time of year (every time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Ev Weaver-twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz, uh
She got a lot of pretty, commie 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 let us win this time"
He said, "U Dub hasn't beat us here since 1969"
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
How come we always lose to California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up since we can't beat California
What a shit surprise (what a shit surprise)
Bring your alibis
Turnover salmon 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"