Welcome to the Hotel California

des Eagles.

Hotel California, c'est d'abord Campan et Tim : son ipod toujours branché sur la chaîne, à chaque fois qu'il passait devant il remettait cette chanson. Elle évoque donc le soleil et la chaleur de la montagne, mais aussi le salon frais des Rabaud avec ses fauteuils moelleux... ET LE THEATRE!!!

Hotel California, c'est ensuite mes premiers moments à Paris en juillet 2005 : Seule dans un appart prêté entre Louis Blanc et Jaurès, elle passait en boucle, me réveillait le matin et défilait dans mes oreilles sur le trajet aller, puis retour. C'est s'endormir fenêtre ouverte avec l'air qui vient par petites vagues rafraîchir mon corps, c'est le bercement par les bruits de la rue mêlés aux clapotis ~ très léger certes ~ du canal, c'est Paris tel que je l'ai exploré pendant ces dix jours de stage.

Maintenant, Hotel California, c'est Campan, c'est Bordeaux, c'est Paris, c'est Tim, c'est les théâtreux, c'est ma guitare, c'est mon passé mon présent mon futur ~ si un jour j'arrive à la jouer mieux que ça ~.

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 dimmer
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 place)
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 Benz
She's 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 1969'
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
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 nightman, We are programed to receive.
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!

(bientôt les accords de guitare)