The Songs Inside: Lyrics, production, recorded vocal, by Raymond P. Doherty (C) 2026

There was a horse with no name,
In a desert in America,
Some generals like witches,
In a field planning war.

No Stairway to Heaven,
The shops are all closed,
Frankie went to Hollywood,
Two Tribes went too far.

The Songs Inside My Head

I’ve always had songs in my head.

Not just melodies, but lines, rhymes, phrases and little ideas that have stayed with me for years.

The new Rola Colas song “The Songs Inside” is about some of those musical memories from my youth. Hundreds and hundreds of melodies & lyrics…

Horse With No Name – America.
War Pigs – Black Sabbath.
Stairway to Heaven – Led Zeppelin.
Two Tribes – Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
Hotel California – The Eagles.
19th Nervous Breakdown – The Rolling Stones
Penny Lane – The Beatles.
Eleanor Rigby – The Beatles.
Kinky Affro/Loose -Fit Happy Mondays
One In Ten – UB40.
Adored – The Stone Roses.

I’ve been writing rhymes, poems and song ideas for years. Eventually, those old ideas found a way out through the Rola Colas.

What started as a bit of fun with Better Than Guy Ritchie turned into song after song.

The technology may be different now, but the inspiration isn’t.

All those years of listening.

All those years of writing.

All those words sitting inside my head.

Eventually, they had to become songs.

The Songs Inside.

All those songs.
All those years.
All those words.

Now they’re mine.

SONG DESCRIPTION  for Explanation:

#TITLE: The Songs Inside: Lyrics, production, recorded vocal, by Raymond P. Doherty (C) 2026

[INTRO —ROLA COLAS 90s INDIE — LOW VOCAL — ATMOSPHERIC]

 

They stayed inside…
All those songs…
All those lines…
All those years…

[HUGE ECHO]

The songs inside…
…inside…
……inside…

[CHORUS — VERY CATCHY — ROLA COLAS 90s INDIE — BIG BIG ECHO]

There was a horse with no name,
In a desert in America,
Some generals like witches,
In a field planning war.

No Stairway to Heaven,
The shops are all closed,
Frankie went to Hollywood,
Two Tribes went too far.

[HUGE ECHO]

THE SONGS INSIDE…
…INSIDE…
……INSIDE…

[VERSE 1 — GROOVING — BRIGHTER]

The Hotel in California,
Easy in but no way out,
The Stones are rolling,
another nineteenth breakdown, no doubt

Jude in Penny Lane,
Eleanor Rigby too,
With pigs eating eggmen,
Those words came ringing through.

[PRE-CHORUS — BUILDING]

I remember all those lines,
From my youth, from another time,
Some songs made me laugh,
Some songs made me cry,
Some songs stayed forever,
Never asking why.

[CHORUS — VERY CATCHY — BIG DRUMS — MASSIVE ECHO]

There was a horse with no name,
In a desert in America,
Some generals like witches,
In a field planning war.

No Stairway to Heaven,
The shops are all closed,
Frankie went to Hollywood,
Two Tribes went too far.

[HUGE ECHO]

THE SONGS INSIDE…
THE SONGS INSIDE…
…THE SONGS INSIDE…

[VERSE 2 —ROLA COLAS 90s INDIE MANCHESTER GROOVE — BASS FORWARD]

The reggae band from Birmingham,
They’re claiming one in ten,
Happy on a Monday,
At the party once again.

Loose Fit and Kinky Afro,
Dancing through the night,
The Rose in Stone,
They’re adored beneath the lights.

[BUILDING — GUITARS OPEN]

All those names and all those words,
All those records spinning round,
Every melody I heard,
Somehow never left the ground.

[VERSE 3 — QUIETER — INTIMATE]

I remember all those lines,
From my youth, there’s many more,
Some songs inspire,
Some make you sad,
Some make you fall upon the floor.

[PAUSE]

But somewhere in that noise,
Something started growing strong,
Twenty-six, the machine,
And suddenly it’s my turn.

[CHORUS — FULL BAND — HUGE ROLA COLAS 90s SOUND]

THE SONGS INSIDE…
THE SONGS INSIDE…

All those words I carried,
All those melodies I knew,
All those years of listening,
Now they’re coming through.

THE SONGS INSIDE…
THE SONGS INSIDE…

[HUGE ECHO]

INSIDE…
…INSIDE…
……INSIDE…

[BRIDGE — STRIPPED BACK — GUITAR + BASS]

Twenty-six…
The machine…

It’s my turn…
To pen the tunes…

[DRUM BUILD]

Won’t take long…

[DROP]

Many years of rhymes and poems,
Waiting somewhere in my mind,
All the pieces, all the memories,
Coming back in perfect time.

[FINAL CHORUS — MASSIVE — ROLA COLAS 90s ANTHEMIC]

THE SONGS INSIDE…
THE SONGS INSIDE…

There was a horse with no name,
And a hotel with no way out,
Two tribes went too far,
While the Stones kept rolling round.

Penny Lane and Eleanor,
Egg-men, pigs and all,
Every song I ever loved,
Was waiting for the call.

THE SONGS INSIDE…
THE SONGS INSIDE…

Many years of rhymes and poems,
Now they’re turning into mine,
Not the songs that came before me,
But the songs I write this time.

[HUGE ECHO — REPEATED]

THE SONGS INSIDE…
…INSIDE…
……INSIDE…

[OUTRO — MUSIC FADES — ONE VOCAL]