Where Is Home
Bloc Party Lyrics


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Off to the funeral making cola knots
We sit and reminisce about the past
And in her voice only sadness her only son taken from her
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us

Second generation blues or points of view not listened to
Different worlds and different rules of allegiance

Clinging to her Bible and her scapular
And the memory of the way things were
I do not see hope I cannot smile
I burn with anger all the time

We all read what they did to the black boy
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us

Where is it?
Where is home?
Where is it?
Where is home?

I walk this mountain tired of lunity and belligerence
This told me what a flat wave is getting me down

I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman today
And break the fingers of every old judge to cut off the feet of every ballerina I can

So I decide
I decide
I pretend that there's nothing wrong

The teeth of this world take me home and every day
I must ask myself, where, where, where

Where is it?
Where is home?
Where is it?
Where is home?





In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Bloc Party's "Where Is Home?" depict the feeling of displacement and lack of belonging for people who have migrated to a new country or are second-generation immigrants. The first few lines describe the funeral preparations, which are followed by reminiscing about the past, indicating that the individual has been living in a foreign land for a long time. The mention of the mother's voice being sad over her son's loss highlights the anguish of losing a loved one in an unfamiliar place. The repeated line "in every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us" emphasizes the feeling of being an outsider in their current environment.


The lyrics speak of "different rules of allegiance" and "points of view not listened to," depicting the frustrations of living in a society that does not accept them entirely. The reference to the mother holding onto her Bible and scapular highlights the individual's shared religion and culture but also portrays the clinging onto the past while struggling to assimilate into a new culture. The lines "I do not see hope I cannot smile / I burn with anger all the time" further highlights the sense of hopelessness and resentment in feeling like an outsider.


The song's final lines signify the outburst of anger and frustration of not feeling accepted in the new land. The lyrics "I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman today / And break the fingers of every old judge to cut off the feet of every ballerina I can" depict a violent retaliation against the people who represent the establishment. The repetition of "where is home?" reveals the individual's yearning to find a place where they feel they belong.


Line by Line Meaning

Off to the funeral making cola knots
Going to the funeral, tying cola knots


We sit and reminisce about the past
We sit and recall old memories


And in her voice only sadness her only son taken from her
She speaks with sadness, having lost her son


In every headline, we are reminded that this is not home for us
The news constantly reminds us that this place is not our true home


Second generation blues or points of view not listened to
Feeling down as second-generation immigrants with our views often ignored


Different worlds and different rules of allegiance
Our diverse backgrounds come with differing values and ways of life


Clinging to her Bible and her scapular
Holding onto her faith and religious symbols


And the memory of the way things were
Recalling how things used to be


I do not see hope I cannot smile
I feel hopeless and unable to smile


I burn with anger all the time
I'm constantly consumed by anger


We all read what they did to the black boy
We've all read about the injustices suffered by a black boy


Where is it? Where is home?
Questioning where our true home is


I walk this mountain tired of lunity and belligerence
Weary of the discord and aggression around us


This told me what a flat wave is getting me down
Feeling defeated by the realization of how things are


I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman today And break the fingers of every old judge to cut off the feet of every ballerina I can
Fantasizing about hurting those we blame for our struggles


So I decide I decide I pretend that there's nothing wrong
Choosing to ignore what's wrong and pretend everything is okay


The teeth of this world take me home and every day I must ask myself, where, where, where
The harsh realities of life remind me that I'm not truly home and I'm constantly searching for where that may be


In every headline, we are reminded that this is not home for us
The media constantly reinforces the idea that this place is not really our home




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: RUSSELL LISSACK, GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG

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