Life in Canada: Winter evening, Jeff and Aneesh jamming, Hotel California. Rony singing

Jeff and Aneesh jam on guitar while Rony sings Hotel California in a casual home session. They work through keys and capo positions between takes, figuring out the arrangement as they go.
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Rising up through the air, up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. I had to stop for the night. No, no. Can we do it on a little, uh, so that we don't— Yeah, we can. Yeah, there's a Yeah, what is that? Let me find it. It's B minor. Okay, so you can do it in B minor. I can't. Let me do the key I can do it in. Okay. Oh, the capo. I only know a couple chords. I don't know if that's gonna work. One more down. Oh, that's a scale changer? Yeah. Wow. Yeah. Do you know, guys? Do you know? All three of you sing. I had a stop for the night. Then she stood in the doorway. I had the mission bell. And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven, this could be hell. Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way. There were boys down the corridor. I thought I heard them say, "Welcome to the Hotel California." Such a lovely day. Such a lovely place. Such a lovely place. Plenty of room at the Hotel California. Anytime if you're Every time of year you can find it here. Her mind is simply twisted. She got a Mercedes-Benz. She got a pretty, pretty horse. Sweet summer sweat. Sometimes to remember, sometimes to forget. Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place, such a lovely place, such a lovely place. Oh, this is the other thing. So I called up the No, that starts with B minor. 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. Hey. And still those voices are calling from far away. Just to hear them say, welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place, such a lovely place, such a lovely place. The Hotel California. Anytime you care, anytime you care. What was the last sentence about him running out the hallway? Uh, last thing I remember. Yeah. I was running up for the door. Last thing I remember, I was running for the door. I had to find the light here.
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