The Sky Is A Landfill by Jeff Buckley - Lyrics and Translation

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The Sky Is A Landfill

Jeff Buckley

The Sky Is A Landfill

Song byJeff Buckley

in AlbumSKETCHES FOR MY SWEETHEART THE DRUNK

(J.Buckley/M.Tighe)

Circle around the park, joining hands in silence

Watch the evil black the sky

The storm has ripped the shelter of illusion from our brow

This power is no mistery to us now.

Leave your genocide, the cancer you won't

remove.

We cast our funeral rose inside and bury the need to prove.

Our mutilation is to gain from the system.

Turn your head away from the screen, oh people,

It will tell you nothing more.

Don't suck the milk of flaccid Bill K. Puclic's empty promise

To the people that the public can ignore.

This way of life is so devised tu snuff out

the mind that moves,

Moving with grace the men despise,

and women have learned to lose.

Throw off your shame of being slave to the system.

I see you take another drag,

one more lost soul to raise your flag.

The sky is a landfill!

I see you take another drag,

Let's see you take another drag.

You like to dance to the rolling head of the adultress,

You sing in praise of suicide. We know you're useless,

Like cops at the scene of the crime,

With your steroids and your feedbag and your stable

and your trainer,

I got a mail bomb for you, Mr Strong Arm.

Throw out the stones from all the cemetery homes,

For the violence of a nation gone by,

Or the politics of weakness and the garbage dump of souls

That will now black the sky.

Their yellow haze and crwods of eyes

will plug up the mind that moves,

Moving with grace the men despise,

and women have learned to lose.

We'll share our bodies in disdain for the system.

I see you take another drag,

Our nation bends to kiss the hag.

The sky is a landfill.

I see you take another drag, I see you take another drag.

I have no fear of this machine!

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Translated byAllen Morningstar

About this Song

The Sky Is A Landfill by Jeff Buckley is a powerful critique of the modern world, particularly focusing on environmental degradation, consumerism, and the superficial nature of media. The song uses vivid imagery to depict the sky as a landfill, suggesting that the beauty and purity of the natural world is being corrupted by human waste and pollution. Key themes include environmentalism, disillusionment with society, and a call to awaken awareness about global issues. One particularly poignant moment in the song is the line 'Open up your eyes,' which serves as a direct appeal to listeners to recognize and address the problems that Buckley articulates throughout the song.

(J.Buckley/M.Tighe)

Circle around the park, joining hands in silence

Watch the evil black the sky

The storm has ripped the shelter of illusion from our brow

This power is no mistery to us now.

Leave your genocide, the cancer you won't

remove.

We cast our funeral rose inside and bury the need to prove.

Our mutilation is to gain from the system.

Turn your head away from the screen, oh people,

It will tell you nothing more.

Don't suck the milk of flaccid Bill K. Puclic's empty promise

To the people that the public can ignore.

This way of life is so devised tu snuff out

the mind that moves,

Moving with grace the men despise,

and women have learned to lose.

Throw off your shame of being slave to the system.

I see you take another drag,

one more lost soul to raise your flag.

The sky is a landfill!

I see you take another drag,

Let's see you take another drag.

You like to dance to the rolling head of the adultress,

You sing in praise of suicide. We know you're useless,

Like cops at the scene of the crime,

With your steroids and your feedbag and your stable

and your trainer,

I got a mail bomb for you, Mr Strong Arm.

Throw out the stones from all the cemetery homes,

For the violence of a nation gone by,

Or the politics of weakness and the garbage dump of souls

That will now black the sky.

Their yellow haze and crwods of eyes

will plug up the mind that moves,

Moving with grace the men despise,

and women have learned to lose.

We'll share our bodies in disdain for the system.

I see you take another drag,

Our nation bends to kiss the hag.

The sky is a landfill.

I see you take another drag, I see you take another drag.

I have no fear of this machine!

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