Walls That Sing
by Michael Doyle

Chords splash down the hallways
Reminding me of my earliest days.
All the records with wings on,
They don't require another time zone.

Leading the procession down the crosswalk,
They were bent over in the doubletalk.
Walking back into the places called home,
There's zero chance of crashing alone.

If the walls could sing,
The sweet memories they'd bring.
Striking yesterday's passages for tomorrow,
Built in sunshine has no time for sorrow.

The magic that was heard happening here,
There's not a chance that it will ever disappear.
Dreams like this are born to never die.
It's a spirited thing with no question why.

The walls are filled with the past's vibration.
It fills the heart with magical inspiration.
Saint John's Wood, Studio Number Three,
Abbey Road captured Elgar's waxen symphony.

If the walls could sing,
The sweet memories they'd bring.
Striking yesterday's passages for tomorrow,
Built in sunshine has no time for sorrow.

In this studio, like almost no other,
A waxen disc would become the mother
Of generations of music through rock ' n ' roll.
In came Cliff Richard with an easy stroll.

Rock ' n ' roll was once dismissed as strange,
But t filled the world with its musical change.
Along came the year of 1900 and Sixty-Two
And a Liverpool hit was made from "Love Me Do."

If the walls could sing,
The sweet memories they'd bring.
Striking yesterday's passages for tomorrow,
Built in sunshine has no time for sorrow.

In a zone of pleasure that pleased you and me,
There was a new sound in the music industry.
Shaking it up with a bit of twist and shout,
There were newish vibes that came to remove all doubt.

There is a bit of soul in every given note.
You can hear it reflected in every chorus they wrote.
An aura of happiness lived in every song.
Every note found a pocket to belong.

If the walls could sing,
The sweet memories they'd bring.
Striking yesterday's passages for tomorrow,
Built in sunshine has no time for sorrow.

(c) June 6, 2026   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved