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El viento me despeina
Sube el aroma de colita
Luna, luna de nadie
Ella de lo lejos
Una luz centela
La idea de mi estar
Quedar por la noche
Allí estaba a la entrada
Y las campanas a sonar
Y me di con llamarme mismo
Que es puerta del cielo
Ella enciende una vela
En muestra del camino
Sueñan voces en el corredor
Y lo que indican diciendo
Bien venido al Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Bien venido al Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Ella al lado que brillaba
Tenia un Mercedes
Rodeada de chicos guapos
Ella llamaba amigos
Cuando viene despacio
Perfume de verano
Aquel era pa' recordar
Y otro pa' olvidar
Le pide al capitan
Que sirve el vino
Y pedí con un amor
Tenido este alcohol
De este sesenta y nueve
Famosa y que llamando
Pues me va a despertar
La noche para decir
Bien venido al Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Bien venido al Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
El espejo en el techo
Champana en el hielo
Y ella dijo somos todos prisioneros
De propia voluntad
Y en los cuartos principales
Hacen sus siestas
Hasta acá a la bestia
Pero no la logra a matar
Mi ultimo recuerdo
Corría hacia la puerta
Ver una candela en el camino
Por donde había llegado
"Relaje" dijo el portero
Por mi es honor recibir
Puede salir cuando quiere
Pero nunca yo partir
Bien venido al Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Bien venido al Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
Cool story. Thank You for sharing it!
Thanks!
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Just how iconic is a movie if a set of intricate footsteps is the first thing that popps into my mind with this song... 👌🏽
Thanks!
Too good to be hidden behind an URL
NObody Fucks with The Jesus.
When I was 13, that was in 1988, I went to Cap d'Agde (France) with my parents like I did every summer (and also during the Easter holidays). My father had a sailing yacht there. That summer, a Gipsy Kings cover band played several nights in a row in an outdoor area of a hotel across from the jetty. One night they overdid it. Well past midnight the music was blaring at full volume. The boat neighbors had already tried to reduce the volume or stop the music by shouting loudly between the songs. But without success. Then my father had an idea! He got his flare pistol, loaded it and aimed it towards the hotel. Then he shot. The signal ball flew only a few meters over the stage and the hotel roof. He did it in such a way that there was no danger to people or life! But the shot had reached its target, within a second the music was off! Finally we could sleep. That's what I remember when I hear a Gipsy Kings song. But don't worry, I rated this one a 9.
People may be inclined to think, "Wow! What a great cover of the Eagles." It is. It was a great song when Jethro Tull did it in 1969 before the Eagles . The Eagles didn't do anything but change the lyrics.
Took me 5 seconds before the penny dropped "We used To Know" ! but of course
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
This post deserves to go straight back to the top of the list every time this song plays.
What a great and unique story. Thanks for sharing!
LOL! I get it. But look at it this way. There are many who can carry a tune, can harmonize in ways that would make the angels jealous. Ummm...so to speak.
And then there are also those who are always a half measure off the given beat, the path. They do injustice to the term "tin ear." They never quite seem to find it no matter how they try.
But this doesn't mean they aren't enjoying themselves. They're there having a good time, all in accordance with their sensibilities.
So in recognition of this, with no criticism meant and with complete respect, I would suggest you spend less time on her and more on your own sense of enjoyment. That's why you were there after all, wasn't it?
And if you don't like such distractions as hers then stay home, slap on a pair of nice headphones and have yerself a party.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
Maybe this https://www.youtube.com/watch?... (see 1:00-1:30) was what she was going for. Difficult to do correctly if you haven't grown up in this culture.
I generally like Spanish music, but the Gipsy Kings seem somehow "not the real thing" to me, possibly incorrectly. This is a really nice cover, though.
Well, I believe they're actually from France, not Spain; I don't know if that makes a difference in them seeming like "the real thing" to you or not.
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
Wow! Such a terrific memory to cherish! I love the Gipsy Kings in concert but at a private party - WOW!!
and we need peppy
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
Incredible story. What a memory. This is the sort of anecdote that makes reading RP comments enjoyable . . Thanks!
TORTURE
I've known women that if you could keep up with them dancing to this song, they would def go to bed with you.
The movie is terrific, the original music not so great and this cover uninteresting.
Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man...
Por el camino del desierto
El viento me despeina
Sube el aroma de colita
Luna, luna de nadie
Ella a lo lejos
Una luz centela
La idea de mi estar
Quedar por la noche
Alli estaba a la entrada
why las campanas a sonar
why me di con llamarme mismo
Que es puerta del cielo
Ella enciende una vela
En muestra del camino
Suenan voces en el corredor
why lo que indican diciend
Welcome to the Hotel California
Muchas gracias.
The original song is one of those songs that I'm OK with not listening ever again. This version is like nails on a chalkboard compared to the original... Please make it stop
In 2017 while posted to New Delhi, India, I was invited to a wedding by one of my local Indian contacts. His son had spent some time in the U.S. and was returning to get married to an Indian woman. I knew that he was involved in the entertainment industry, but I didn’t know to what extent.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
Didn't see that one coming. Sounds like it was a fantastic experience.
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Youtube it. I forget how to post a YT link.
The scene was quite interesting. Because of crazy Delhi traffic, we were delayed more than 2 hours getting across the city to the site of the wedding reception. We were worried that we would have missed the whole thing, as we got there a bit after 10PM. We should not have been concerned, for when we got there we were among the first guests to arrive!
We were greeted warmly by the groom’s family and told to make ourselves at home. The reception was held outdoors in a series of huge ornately decorated tents. We walked up to the bar and were astonished at the broad spectrum of alcohol available - even a fountain of champagne! We were then greeted by a succession of waiters dressed in traditional Indian dress serving amazing hors d'oeuvres. The buffet took up the space of a half a football field, with servers and chefs and all manner of luxury. We were beginning to wonder just how wealthy our hosts were!
When the rest of the guests arrived festivities finally got underway at about half past midnight, a band began to play. I did not recognize the first song, but I was nearly certain that I recognized the band. And then, the band started to play “Hotel California” in Spanish, and I thought “no way, could it actually be the Gipsy Kings?!” It actually was.
Thus capped off one of the most memorable nights of my time in India. I was at the wedding of a wealthy Indian family, listening to a French band, singing an American written song, .....in Spanish. Everyone was dancing and the Kings had the whole tent rockin’. It was fantastic.
We were introduced to the Gipsy Kings by the groom during one of their breaks, and it turns out that they were friends from their days in America. I’ll never forget it!
The Big Lebowski was such a perfect placement for this version.
"I had a rough night and I hate the fuckin' Eagles, man!" - The Dude
"F'in Quintana, man. That creep can roll." Havent seen the movie in 15 years, but will never forget some of the lines!
Tubes of You link
"I had a rough night and I hate the fuckin' Eagles, man!" - The Dude
You know, rather than spending time writing a long, pretentious, judgy reply, why don't you just read a comment and move on. With complete respect.
Wait ... does this mean you're the person from Cricketer's original post?
LOL! I get it. But look at it this way. There are many who can carry a tune, can harmonize in ways that would make the angels jealous. Ummm...so to speak.
And then there are also those who are always a half measure off the given beat, the path. They do injustice to the term "tin ear." They never quite seem to find it no matter how they try.
But this doesn't mean they aren't enjoying themselves. They're there having a good time, all in accordance with their sensibilities.
So in recognition of this, with no criticism meant and with complete respect, I would suggest you spend less time on her and more on your own sense of enjoyment. That's why you were there after all, wasn't it?
And if you don't like such distractions as hers then stay home, slap on a pair of nice headphones and have yerself a party.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
You know, rather than spending time writing a long, pretentious, judgy reply, why don't you just read a comment and move on. With complete respect.
Introspection?
Not even...SATIN?
Nope. Nor polyester, wool or cotton...
Let me tell you something, Pendejo!
Does he have to yell?
Except his vocals on this track are really not doing it for me. Diggin the guitars though.
LOL! I get it. But look at it this way. There are many who can carry a tune, can harmonize in ways that would make the angels jealous. Ummm...so to speak.
And then there are also those who are always a half measure off the given beat, the path. They do injustice to the term "tin ear." They never quite seem to find it no matter how they try.
But this doesn't mean they aren't enjoying themselves. They're there having a good time, all in accordance with their sensibilities.
So in recognition of this, with no criticism meant and with complete respect, I would suggest you spend less time on her and more on your own sense of enjoyment. That's why you were there after all, wasn't it?
And if you don't like such distractions as hers then stay home, slap on a pair of nice headphones and have yerself a party.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
Absolutely, especially to those of us somewhat Eagles adverse.
El viento me despeina
Sube el aroma de colita
Luna, luna de nadie
Ella a lo lejos
Una luz centela
La idea de mi estar
Quedar por la noche
Alli estaba a la entrada
why las campanas a sonar
why me di con llamarme mismo
Que es puerta del cielo
Ella enciende una vela
En muestra del camino
Suenan voces en el corredor
why lo que indican diciend
Welcome to the Hotel California
Sorta this, but mostly english lyrics.
That season of Beste Zangers was epic.
You're out of the band"
The tempo kills it.
nobody f's with the Jesus!
Not even...SATIN?
nobody f's with the Jesus!
seconded
