Nobody Home
Pink Floyd Lyrics


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I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in

I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on
Got those swollen-hand blues
I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooh, babe when I pick up the phone

(Surprise, surprise, surprise) there's still nobody home





I've got a pair of Gohills boots
But I got fading roots

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Pink Floyd's "Nobody Home" tell the story of a man who is completely detached from the world around him. He has a little black book with his poems, a bag with a toothbrush and comb and that is all he needs. The people around him sometimes reward him when he is a good dog but he still remains all alone. The singer lists all the material things he has - elastic bands to keep his shoes on, thirteen channels of TV to choose from, electric lights and second sight among others. However, all these material possessions do not add up to anything meaningful in his life. He has amazing powers of observation which reveal to him that even when he tries to reach out to someone, there is nobody home.


Line by Line Meaning

I've got a little black book with my poems in
I possess a small notebook containing my poetry.


Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
I have a bag that includes a toothbrush and a comb.


When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in
Occasionally, when I act obedient, people show me favor.


I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on
My shoes are held together with elastic bands.


Got those swollen-hand blues
I am experiencing swelling in my hands.


I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
My television has thirteen channels of poor-quality programming.


I've got electric light
I have access to electrical lighting.


And I've got second sight
I possess an intuitive sense of awareness.


I got amazing powers of observation
My powers of observation are remarkable.


And that is how I know
This knowledge is the direct result of my observational abilities.


When I try to get through
While attempting to reach out


On the telephone to you
Via phone call to the person in question


There'll be nobody home
No one will answer the phone.


I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
I possess a hairstyle similar to Jimi Hendrix's.


And the inevitable pinhole burns
My shirt features the familiar burn holes often caused by cigarettes.


All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
The cigarette burns extend vertically on the front of my preferred satin garment.


I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
There are yellow stains on my fingers from smoking.


I've got a silver spoon on a chain
There is a silver spoon hanging from a chain around my neck.


Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I have a grand piano, which I might require to support my body after I die.


I've got wild staring eyes
My eyes have the tendency to appear wild.


And I've got a strong urge to fly
I feel a compulsion to fly.


But I got nowhere to fly to
I have no desired destination or purpose in flying.


Ooh, babe when I pick up the phone
Oh, darling, when I answer the phone


(Surprise, surprise, surprise) there's still nobody home
(In an ironic turn of events) there still is no answer to be found when I answer the phone.


I've got a pair of Gohills boots
I own a specific brand of boots known as Gohills.


But I got fading roots
My roots, potentially hair-related, are fading or deteriorating.




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Written by: Roger Waters

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