SO WHAT, SO WHAT? SO WHAT?! ♪

A punk anthem that sounds like noise, but it’s really an X-ray.

I’ve been listening to this song at full volume for over two decades,

and only today I asked myself what the hell Linoleum was.

I looked it up. And it was the floor.

A cheap material — the kind that used to cover old apartments.

The narrator says: “My closest friend linoleum.”

He’s not talking about a person.

Not even about Bob, the dog he mentions in the song.

He’s talking about the ground.

The floor he lives on — the only witness.

And then you get it.

It’s an ironic metaphor, but also brutally honest.

The guy has no human bonds left, so his only friend is the floor — the same one his dog pisses on.

That’s what’s so striking: the mix of misery and tenderness, of irony and vulnerability.

It’s one of those songs you feel before you understand.

It’s clumsy and sensitive at once, that rhythm that knows what it’s like to live exposed.

Once you understand the lyrics, it hits different: not rebellion — acceptance.

Yeah, I’m on the floor. And the floor is my friend.

And then I understood something about fire too:

it doesn’t always burn upward.

Sometimes it crawls, mixes with the dust,

and still — it glows.

That’s when you realize Linoleum is, deep down, a portrait of the lucid dispossessed:

the one who’s lost everything material but still holds on to consciousness, humor,

and that rare kind of dignity that doesn’t depend on success or status.

I like people who make art out of what’s broken.

Out of what falls, but burns differently.

And you — what song do you think has been talking about something else all along?

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