Linoleum
NOFX Lyrics
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I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed
And a guitar and a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got
Pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And onto the floor
My closest friend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head
Gives me something to believe
That's me on the beach side combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin
Singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
The first verse of NOFX’s “Linoleum” poetically encapsulates a simple and minimalist way of living. The opening line – “Possessions never meant anything to me” – suggests an anti-consumerist sentiment. The singer declares possessions to be meaningless, shifting the attention to the bed, guitar, and dog within his possession. The line “That’s right, I’ve got a floor” works as a strange sort of punchline to this, highlighting how the singer has kept his possessions and needs in check. The repetition of “So what” serves as a reassurance both to the listener and the singer himself that they are living the way they want to live.
The second verse of the song highlights the singer’s detachment from his personal belongings. He carries pockets full of Kleenex and lint and claims that everything important to him falls right down his leg onto the floor. Linoleum is introduced as a metaphor for his closest friend, as it supports his head and gives him something to believe in. The juxtaposition between the first and second verses reveal the singer to be living a life of simplicity yet still manages to convey a sense of alienation from materialistic modern society, as indicated by the deeply personal attachment to his linoleum floor.
Line by Line Meaning
Possessions never meant anything to me
The singer doesn't value material possessions in life.
I'm not crazy
The singer is trying to convince themselves that they aren't crazy.
Well that's not true, I've got a bed
The singer is acknowledging that they have a bed, despite their claim of not valuing possessions.
And a guitar and a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
The artist lists a few possessions they have, including a guitar and a dog who is less than obedient.
That's right, I've got a floor
The artist is again emphasizing that they have possessions, but they aren't important.
So what, so what, so what?
The singer is indifferent and unconcerned about their possessions.
I've got
The singer is making a list of the things they possess.
Pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes
The artist has a messy collection of items in their pockets.
Where everything important to me
The most important things to the artist are held in their pockets.
Just seems to fall right down my leg
Despite their importance, the items in the artist's pockets often fall out of their pockets.
And onto the floor
When they fall out, the items often end up on the floor.
My closest friend linoleum
The floor, made of linoleum, is the closest and most reliable thing to the artist.
Linoleum
The singer repeats the word 'Linoleum' to draw attention to the importance of the floor to them.
Supports my head
The singer likely sleeps on the floor, finding comfort in its support for their head.
Gives me something to believe
The floor is a necessary constant for the singer that provides them with stability and something to rely on.
That's me on the beach side combing the sand
The artist describes a hypothetical moment of them on the beach, trying to find something of value among the sand.
Metal meter in my hand
The artist is equipped with a metal detector in order to aid their search.
Sporting a pocket full of change
The singer has change in their pocket, despite the poor condition of their pockets mentioned earlier.
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
The singer describes another hypothetical situation, this time of them playing a violin on the street.
Playing with a grin
The artist is happy to be playing the violin, despite the lack of appreciation they may receive.
Singing gibberish
The lyrics being sung by the artist are nonsense or gibberish.
That's me on the back of the bus
The artist is now on the back of a bus, likely in transit to somewhere.
That's me in the cell
The singer may have found themselves in jail or a temporary holding cell at some point.
That's me inside your head
The artist is acknowledging that they exist within someone's thoughts or memories.
That's me inside your head
The singer repeats this lyric to emphasize their presence in someone's mind.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Michael John Burkett
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@CarlozPlay
Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And on to the floor
My closest friend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
@TheChuckingNorris
That's me on the beach side combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
@pellekofficial
I dunno if it's been 10 or 20 years at this point, but this band's everything to me. Since I was like 10. Really hope they come to Norway at some point. U have no idea how many fans u have over here boys.
@defanlenatheo
bruh, once a skate punk fan, always a skate punk fan
@bigmuff6
pls do cover of this song
@missydeyo5042
How do you not know if it has been 10 or 20 years when you say you have been a fan since you were 10? All you have to do is take how old you are now and subtract 10 from that, and that will two you how many years you've been a fan of them.
@justamobile
Dude, I also have tickets to that show in Oslo. Rotting in my inbox. I hope they make it back here eventually!
@alistairogilvy7696
About 35 years for me now ;)
@dirtcrak
I'm sick of people saying "punk is dead". There is still alot of punk bands, they are just underground, again.
@wesleys615
nah bro you are young and Punk is Dead.
@dirtcrak
Sam W. Do you mean dead as in Punk it is no longer popular as it was, or there is no Punk bands left. Because there is a lot of punk bands that are not known very well because they have no company to help them spread their name. So punk is still alive, just not as much as it was backs in the 80s and 90s. NoFX still plays. Bad Religion still is active, and a couple other bands. So punk is not dead yet.
@xsilentbulletsx
they've been saying punk is dead since the 1980's