Nothing To Have
Uncle Ho Lyrics

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An uncanny sweetness seeps in through
A black speaker into me and you,
Chasing the dust out of the things we wear.

We walked out of the dusk into the light
Of the promenade, side by side.
Throwing stones into a fading day...

WE ARE SORTED OUT,
IT MAKES ME ILL.
I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO FEEL
THERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,
SOMETHING TO HAVE.

There is a curious glow that radiates calm.
It's in the waves, it's in the dawn.
It's in the cars crushed into squares of scrap.

Finding shy creatures under the stones.
It's all part of the place called home.
Can this be true, can such things be?

WE ARE SORTED OUT,
IT MAKES ME ILL.
I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO FEEL
THERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,
SOMETHING TO HAVE.

THERE WERE LOVED ONES,
MACHINES THAT CLICK.
THE END IS BITTER AND NOT AT ALL QUICK.

THERE IS NOWHERE TO GET TO,
NOTHING TO HAVE.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Uncle Ho's song "Nothing To Have" convey a sense of disillusionment and existential malaise, as the singer reflects on the futility of striving for material possessions and worldly success. The opening lines suggest a certain level of seduction by the distractions of modern life, as a "sweetness" creeps in through a speaker, distracting us from the dust and decay that we wear. However, the singer and their companion quickly move beyond this surface-level seduction and explore their surroundings with a sense of curiosity and wonder, finding beauty even in the midst of destruction and decay.

The chorus of the song is particularly striking, as the singer expresses a deep sense of dissatisfaction with both themselves and the world around them, desiring to "burn" and "feel" something more meaningful than the emptiness they perceive. However, despite this longing, the song ends on a note of resignation and acceptance, acknowledging that there is ultimately "nowhere to get to, nothing to have."

Line by Line Meaning

An uncanny sweetness seeps in through A black speaker into me and you, Chasing the dust out of the things we wear.
The soothing sound of music fills the air and rejuvenates us, taking away the grime of everyday life through the singers.

We walked out of the dusk into the light Of the promenade, side by side. Throwing stones into a fading day...
We exited a dark place, entering a brighter world, enjoying each other's company, making the best of whatever time is left, but are fully aware of the transience of life.

WE ARE SORTED OUT, IT MAKES ME ILL. I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO FEEL THERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO, SOMETHING TO HAVE.
Living in a seemingly structured and predictable life bores me, and I crave to feel alive by having a purpose, a destination to reach, or something to call my own.

There is a curious glow that radiates calm. It's in the waves, it's in the dawn. It's in the cars crushed into squares of scrap.
A tranquil energy can be found in nature, even in moments of wreckage, reminding us of the cycle of birth, destruction, and regeneration inherent in life.

Finding shy creatures under the stones. It's all part of the place called home. Can this be true, can such things be?
Discovering unexpected surprises in life, even in the mundane, reminds us of the beauty around us and, ultimately, our sense of belonging to a place we call home.

THERE WERE LOVED ONES, MACHINES THAT CLICK. THE END IS BITTER AND NOT AT ALL QUICK. THERE IS NOWHERE TO GET TO, NOTHING TO HAVE.
In the end, all we have left are memories of loved ones and the machines we used. Death is an inevitable, slow process, and there is no destination or possession to attain - only the memories we leave behind.

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