Guggenheim Wax Museum
Have a Nice Life Lyrics


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All I found in Harrow's Field
Were furrows, dark, that would not yield
The Vigilant Digger will dig my grave
Of an earth made of things I cannot say
And build a cenotaph that stands
Where we once kneeled

Saying, "Oh"
Saying, "Oh"
"I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive"
Saying, "Oh"
Saying, "Oh"




"I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive"
But no one really is

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Guggenheim Wax Museum" by Have a Nice Life seem cryptic and obscure, with themes of death and lamentation running throughout. The song tells the story of someone who has ventured out into a desolate field, only to discover that it has been contaminated by something unknown. The furrows in the field are dark and will not yield, indicating that whatever has contaminated the land has made it unfit for harvesting or growing anything. The only person who seems to care about the singer's fate is a "Vigilant Digger," who will dig their grave in an earth made of "things I cannot say," suggesting that there is something unspeakable or taboo about the contamination that has taken place.


The singer wishes that they were still alive, but knows that this is not possible, as "no one really is." The repeated refrain of "Saying, 'Oh'" underscores the sense of regret and sadness that permeates the song, as if mourning for a life that could have been. The final lines of the song describe a cenotaph being built in the field where the singer once knelt, suggesting that the character's memory will be honored even if their body is lost to the contamination.


Overall, the lyrics of "Guggenheim Wax Museum" are haunting and unsettling, with a sense of foreboding and unease running throughout. The song's protagonist is faced with a bleak and hopeless situation, with no clear way out.


Line by Line Meaning

All I found in Harrow's Field
In the location known as Harrow's Field, where I have been searching, all I have discovered are rows of soil that are unyielding and devoid of life.


Were furrows, dark, that would not yield
These rows are dark and bleak, refusing to produce any life or growth despite any efforts or attempts made to cultivate them.


The Vigilant Digger will dig my grave
When my time comes to depart from this world, I envision the Grim Reaper himself digging my grave - this task is reserved for someone as consistent and tireless as the Digger.


Of an earth made of things I cannot say
My resting place will be underground, in soil comprised of mysterious components and elements that I cannot describe or identify.


And build a cenotaph that stands
A monument or tomb will be created in my memory, an indelible physical marker that stands as testament to my significance and existence.


Where we once kneeled
The site of my final resting place will be located where others and I have previously knelt in prayer, remembrance, or admiration.


Saying, "Oh"
An expression of profound anguish or regret, capturing the sadness and weight of my impending demise.


Saying, "Oh"
Again, this repetition of the mournful exclamation conveys the artist's deep sorrow and pain.


"I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive"
The artist wishes desperately that they could remain living and avoid the fate of death, regretting that they cannot escape mortality.


Saying, "Oh"
Once more, the artist laments their impending demise with a sorrowful cry.


Saying, "Oh"
The final repetition of the mournful exclamation serves as a somber conclusion to the song, expressing the ultimate futility and inescapability of death.


But no one really is
Despite expressing their profound desire to remain alive, the artist acknowledges that death is an inevitable reality for all and that nobody can avoid its eventual arrival.




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