Sky Is a Landfill
Jeff Buckley Lyrics


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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 mystery to us now.
Leave your spirit 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

Ooh, turn your head away
From the screen, oh people
It will tell you nothing more
Don't suck the milk of flaccid bill k.
Public's empty promise
To the people that the public can ignore

This way of life is so devised
To snuff out the mind that moves
Moving with grace the men despise
And women have learned to lose

Throw off your shame or be
A 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 adulteress
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 mister 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 crowds 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

Oh, I see you take another drag
One 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

Overall Meaning

Jeff Buckley's song Sky Is a Landfill is a powerful commentary on the destructive nature of modern society, technology, media and politics. The song begins with the image of people circling around the park, joining hands in silence and watching the evil blacken the sky. It is an open protest against the increasing pollution and the loss of natural beauty due to human actions. The storm that has ripped the shelter of illusion from their brow refers to the awakening of consciousness about the true nature of power and corruption that exists in the world.


The lyrics then turn to the cancer of the spirit and the need to bury the need to prove oneself to the system. Buckley highlights the futility of trying to gain recognition from a corrupted and power-hungry society. He urges people to turn away from the screens that only offer empty promises and to throw off societal shame or be a slave to the system. He mocks the blind admiration of people who dance to the rolling head of the adulteress and sing in praise of suicide.


The chorus repeats the image of taking another drag, representing the addictive and destructive nature of people's actions. The final verse is a call to action to throw out the stones from all the cemetery homes for the violence of a nation gone by and to share their bodies in disdain for the system. The song ends with the powerful line "I have no fear of this machine" – a testament to Buckley's resolute determination to stand up to the destructive forces of modern society.


Line by Line Meaning

Circle around the park
Gather around in a circular pattern in the park


Joining hands in silence
Hold each other's hands while staying quiet


Watch the evil black the sky
Observe darkness taking over the sky and everything around


The storm has ripped the shelter
The storm destroyed a protective covering


Of illusion from our brow
The illusion that was covering our true vision is now gone


This power is no mystery to us now.
We now understand the power causing destruction


Leave your spirit genocide
Stop killing your inner spirit


The cancer you won't remove
The negative thing you refuse to get rid of


We cast our funeral rose inside
We symbolically bury our past and uncertainties


And bury the need to prove
Put to rest the desire to prove oneself


Our mutilation is to gain from the system
We've been sacrificing our true selves to achieve something from the system


Ooh, turn your head away
A request to look away in disgust


From the screen, oh people
Stop staring at the screen, dear people


It will tell you nothing more
The screen will not give you any more information


Don't suck the milk of flaccid bill k.
Don't consume something worthless and unnecessary


Public's empty promise
A promise given to the public that is worth nothing


To the people that the public can ignore
The public is ignored by those who promised to serve them


This way of life is so devised
This lifestyle is cleverly designed


To snuff out the mind that moves
To kill the creativity and thinking ability of people


Moving with grace the men despise
Men dislike those who move with elegance


And women have learned to lose
Women have been conditioned to feel inferior


Throw off your shame or be
Get rid of your embarrassment or face the consequences


A slave to the system
Become a slave to the system if you don't change


I see you take another drag
I observe you take another puff of smoke


One more lost soul to raise your flag
One more person you've influenced towards your useless cause


The sky is a landfill
The sky is turning into a garbage dump


Let's see you take another drag
Come on, take one more puff


You like to dance to the rolling
You enjoy watching the downfall of others


Head of the adulteress
The mistress's head that rolls


You sing in praise of suicide
Your songs promote self-harm


We know you're useless
We are aware of your uselessness


Like cops at the scene of the crime
Like police officers who arrive only when the damage is already done


With your steroids and your feedbag
With your unnatural means of becoming strong and your large appetite


And your stable and your trainer
And your personal stable for horses and trainer


I got a mail bomb for you mister strong arm.
A threatening message to the powerful person


Throw out the stones from all the cemetery homes
Remove everything that reminds us of death


For the violence of a nation gone by
For the war and brutality that has occurred in the past


Or the politics of weakness
Or the questionable political moves made due to the inability to stand up and take action


And the garbage dump of souls
And the place where all the souls of the suppressed people are stored


That will now black the sky
The souls will now turn the sky black


Their yellow haze and crowds of eyes
The distorted view and judgment of a large number of people


Will plug up the mind that moves
Will stifle the thinking ability of those who are capable of thinking


Moving with grace the men despise
Men dislike people who have the ability to move gracefully


And women have learned to lose
Women are conditioned to believe that they are inferior


We'll share our bodies
We'll share our physical existence


In disdain for the system
We'll do this while having a strong dislike for the system


One nation bends to kiss the hag
The entire country pays homage to something or someone old and ugly


I have no fear of this machine
I am not afraid of this technology




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: MICHAEL TIGHE, JEFF BUCKLEY

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Comments from YouTube:

@frankieconcepcion9011

He was just coming into his Prime. Sweetheart was a full evolution. Lyrically, Guitar phrasing, composition, even vocally. The Music World would be so different right now if Jeff Buckley had a full career. He could have been the greatest songwriter in modern history.

@scrufduf

this makes me tear up a bit to think about.

@nonpolygon

agreed, biggest music loss in the last 30 years imo

@deterministicchaos3096

Unfortunately, some people wanted him gone.

@deterministicchaos3096

@77th Brigade Official dude he was killed in a boating "accident"

@davidbattaglene6873

@PSYCHEDELICS ANONYMOUSwhat do u mean,he died tradgically in a river

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@nickhartman6372

Absolutely incredible lyrics. Jeff Buckley was ahead of his time for sure. Just imagine a song like this being released today....the lyrics seem tailor made to describe the state of our society.

@adonaiyah2196

It would be great if it was released today

@nickhartman6372

@adonai yah it's great no matter which way you slice it. I'm just pointing out that his lyrics perfectly describe our society and if he said it today people would call him a white supremacist conspiracy theorist. That's how far we've devolved since 1995.

@hamc9477

​@@nickhartman6372hey Nick, what are you getting at here?

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