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Touch My Soul: The Finest of Black Music, 3/2000
Disc 1
01. 7 Days
02. Wifey
03. Most Girls
04. Dog Me Out
05. Once Upon a Time
06. I Do
07. No More Rain (in This Cloud)
08. Sleeping With Victor
09. Deep Inside
10. Hotel California
11. Deeper
12. On My Mind
13. Try
14. What's Your Name
15. Proud
16. Nur eine Nacht
17. Bilder von dir
18. Summer Jam
19. Woman Trouble
Disc 2
01. He Wasn't Man Enough
02. I Wanna Know
03. Where I Wanna Be
04. Inside
05. Call Me
06. Monica
07. Enough Is Enough
08. Betcha Wouldn't Hurt Me
09. Chinese Whispers
10. Unwrap
11. Ring Ring
12. My Love
13. Separated
14. Ghetto Romance
15. Riddle
16. No Matter What They Say
17. Age Ain't Nothing But a Number
18. Only the Loot Can Make Me Happy
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 place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (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 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 place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (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 night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "