Walls
Ice House Lyrics


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Listen
If you listen
You will hear an endless heartbeat
On the inside
Through the walls
The sound is crawling
Down the corridors and halls
It cracks the ceiling
The windows and the doors
All the rest won't listen
Though the walls have ears
But they never really look
They just stand and stare
They're all standing
Staring at the walls

Who put the writing on the walls?
Will no-one ever know?
Oh, well I don't mind the walls

Tell me
Why don't you tell me?
Have you got nothing to say?
Tell me where in hell this place is
Tell me why I get no answers
Am I talking, taking to the walls?
So it's running, jumping, standing still
Well I think I've had enough of it all
Get your hands up
Up against the wall
(Well, I'm never going back to the factory
No I'll never be a part of the machinery)

Who put the writing on the wall?
Who fights and runs away?
The minutes and the hours pass him
Tracing out the days
The days and nights drag into years
And no-one ever knows
Oh, well I don't mind the walls




Oh, well I don't mind the walls
I don't mind the walls

Overall Meaning

In Ice House's song "Walls," the lyrics convey a sense of frustration and isolation. The singer can hear a "heartbeat" on the inside that seems to be crawling through the walls and ceilings, but no one else seems to notice. The singer begs for someone to tell them where they are and why they get no answers. They wonder if they are just talking to the walls. The song suggests a feeling of being trapped and powerless, with no escape from the monotony and constraints of their surroundings. The repeated question of "Who put the writing on the walls?" adds to the sense of confusion and disorientation, as no one seems to know the source or meaning of the words.


One interpretation of the song is that it is about the modern workplace and the feeling of being stuck in a job with no agency or control. The "factory" mentioned in the song could be a reference to the oppressive nature of many industrial-era jobs. The repeated refrain of "Well I don't mind the walls" suggests a sort of resignation or acceptance to the situation, even if it is bleak and suffocating.


Line by Line Meaning

Listen
Pay attention


If you listen
If you focus your attention


You will hear an endless heartbeat
You can hear a constant, rhythmic sound


On the inside
Coming from within


Through the walls
Even though there are barriers


The sound is crawling
The sound moves gradually


Down the corridors and halls
Through the passageways


It cracks the ceiling
The sound breaks through the upper limit


The windows and the doors
The sound penetrates the openings


All the rest won't listen
Others are not paying attention


Though the walls have ears
Even though things may be overheard


But they never really look
People ignore what's happening around them


They just stand and stare
Individuals don't take action, they just observe


They're all standing
Everyone is present, but inactive


Staring at the walls
Looking at the structure


Who put the writing on the walls?
Who is responsible for the graffiti?


Will no-one ever know?
Is the truth forever hidden?


Oh, well I don't mind the walls
The singer accepts the situation


Tell me
Share with me


Why don't you tell me?
Why aren't you communicating?


Have you got nothing to say?
Do you have no thoughts or opinions?


Tell me where in hell this place is
Share the location of the troubling environment


Tell me why I get no answers
Explain why there is no response or solution


Am I talking, taking to the walls?
Is the artist addressing inanimate objects because there is no one else to talk to?


So it's running, jumping, standing still
The situation continually changes but never progresses


Well I think I've had enough of it all
The singer is no longer willing to tolerate the situation


Get your hands up
Raise your hands


Up against the wall
Position yourself against the vertical surface


(Well, I'm never going back to the factory
The artist is determined to avoid returning to an unpleasant environment


No I'll never be a part of the machinery)
The singer will not become a cog in the machine, lacking individuality


Who put the writing on the wall?
The question is repeated, seeking an answer


Who fights and runs away?
Who retreats from conflict?


The minutes and the hours pass him
Time progresses, but someone is not taking action


Tracing out the days
Quietly marking the passage of time


The days and nights drag into years
Time moves slowly and monotonously


And no-one ever knows
The truth remains a mystery


Oh, well I don't mind the walls
The singer has again come to accept the situation


Oh, well I don't mind the walls
The previous line is repeated, emphasizing acceptance


I don't mind the walls
The singer has fully embraced their environment




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Ivor Arthur Davies

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@every1665

To think this is over 40 years old now (1981) and still sends shivers up my spine.

@scottchristensen8458

TEAR DOWN THE WALLS OF PRIDE HATE AND GREED✨HALLELUYAH✨MERE EXISTENCE IS OUR GREATEST GIFT 💝

@hairymonkey390

This song reminds me of my dad we both used to listen to it on the way to our fishing trips.

He died 2016 ❤️
I will always fish to continue his legacy ❤️❤️❤️

@scottchristensen8458

✨THINK LOVE✨

@scottchristensen8458

BREAK THE WALLS OF PRIDE EGO HATE AND GREED… EMBRACE LOVE ….GOD IS LOVE OUR MOST GRACIOUS LORD ✨JESUS CHRIST✨♾✨😉💛

@ohsorrypluto

Another one of those great Australian bands from the 1980s - millions of Aussie kids in their late 30s to early 40s and beyond would well and truly know these guys!!

@adambrunton123

21 keepin it real

@andymayers8588

Hmm hmmm. And 50s. I love icehouse

@fruittree1670

mate i'm 13

@nigelliam153

I saw them as Flowers in Meriden in 1980

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