The words in The Hotel California by the eagles always remined me of hell. You can check out but never leave plus some of the other phrases in the song..
Hotel California
The Eagles
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 thinkin’ to myself :
“This could be heaven and 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 BENZ
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’re 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 stabbed 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 anytime you like... but you can never leave”
Hotel California always suggested a kind of voluntary incarceration to me (”We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”). The reference, of course, is to California, which seduces you with its beauty, while, simultaneously corrupts you with its shallowness. You know you should leave it all, but you don’t. Maybe that is hell.
The Eagles all claimed that the song described (unflatteringly) the hedonistic Hollywood/LA Music scene in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s.
The connection between that and Hell, of course, is a matter of interpretation.