Under the Garden
No Use for a Name Lyrics


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On a morning in November you were blinded by the sun
In your place that makes you feel so safe from everyone
You're totally oblivious to world poverty
Not affected by the millions that you don't see

And so we toast to opportunity and talk about the weather
Although we never look each other in the eye
We are paranoid and out of step with every word that we just said
We all sound fucking crazy and no one can lie down in their own bed

In a moment you will tell us of your own personal hell
I'm starting to believe that everyone is for themselves
We really don't have an eternity to make our dreams come true
But thinking for tomorrow isn't in you

On my way down to the city I was looking out the window
At some point you learned to look the other way
We're so desperate it's dangerous, we basically have lost our heads
Responsible for nothing but taking credit where ever we can

And so we live under the garden where we can hide




And not smell the dregs of earth
Beneath the sun of the same planet, inherit wealth, inherit dirt

Overall Meaning

The song "Under The Garden" by No Use For A Name talks about the obliviousness of people towards the world's issue of poverty. The opening lines describe a person who is blind to the truth and cocooned in their own safety bubble. They are not affected by the poverty that exists in the world and are ignorant of its consequences. The song implies that people like such are not concerned about the world's problems and choose to remain in their comfort zones. The phrase "we are paranoid and out of step" reflects the idea that people are not sincere with themselves about the issues that plague society. They are in a constant state of worry about their own lives, and they never look each other in the eye, indicating a lack of honest communication between individuals.


The lyrics "In a moment you will tell us of your own personal hell, I'm starting to believe that everyone is for themselves" portrays the concept of people focusing only on their personal problems and not bothering to understand someone else's. The song implies that people can be selfish and self-centered and don't care about others' suffering. The end phrase "inherit wealth, inherit dirt" indicates that irrespective of a person's status or wealth everyone is subject to the same fate.


Line by Line Meaning

On a morning in November you were blinded by the sun
You were so preoccupied with your sense of security that you failed to see the problems of the outside world


In your place that makes you feel so safe from everyone
You are comfortably ensconced in your own little world, protected from the harsh realities that exist outside


You're totally oblivious to world poverty
You are completely unaware of the vast number of people who live in poverty around the world


Not affected by the millions that you don't see
You are insulated from the effects of poverty and other societal problems because you choose not to acknowledge their existence


And so we toast to opportunity and talk about the weather
We celebrate our own good fortune, but we refuse to address the larger issues that affect everyone else


Although we never look each other in the eye
We are uncomfortable with the truth of our own hypocrisy, so we avoid confronting it directly


We are paranoid and out of step with every word that we just said
We are so disconnected from reality that we cannot even agree on what we are pretending to believe


We all sound fucking crazy and no one can lie down in their own bed
We are so consumed by our own delusions that we make ourselves and others around us miserable


In a moment you will tell us of your own personal hell
You are eager to share your own problems as a way of avoiding the larger problems of the world


I'm starting to believe that everyone is for themselves
I am beginning to understand that most people are more concerned with their own well-being than with the well-being of others


We really don't have an eternity to make our dreams come true
Our time on this earth is limited, so we must be mindful of how we spend it


But thinking for tomorrow isn't in you
You are so focused on your own immediate needs that you fail to consider the long-term consequences of your actions


On my way down to the city I was looking out the window
I was trying to find some perspective on my own life by looking at the world outside my window


At some point you learned to look the other way
You have become so accustomed to ignoring the problems of the world that you no longer even notice them


We're so desperate it's dangerous, we basically have lost our heads
We are so overwhelmed by our own fears and anxieties that we have lost our ability to reason and to act in our own best interests


Responsible for nothing but taking credit where ever we can
We have become so consumed with our own self-interest that we are no longer accountable to anyone or anything


And so we live under the garden where we can hide
We retreat to our own little worlds where we can pretend that the problems of the outside world do not exist


And not smell the dregs of earth
We prefer to live in our own illusions rather than confront the harsh realities of the world


Beneath the sun of the same planet, inherit wealth, inherit dirt
Despite our differences, we are all subject to the same constraints of the natural world, and ultimately, we are all subject to the same fate




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The X Nyles

Absolutely Brilliant, RIP Tony Sly, thank you for all your contributions to punk music and life.

Snake8418

This is beyond beautiful.

Jessica Pezzoni

Such a beautiful song, and such a beautiful soul leaving this world too soon!

Nate Aloisio

If punk and poetry had a baby it would sound like this

Ryan Forster

or rise against.

Slippy Jones

Mr. Sly was probably one the TRUE lyricists in Punk Rock... There will never be another Tony Sly...

Girl not of the world

YES!

Michael Imperato

Best lyrics..true as all hell...

Vicente Iglesias

I'm not sure I've ever heard a better punk song. RIP

Gianfranco Ferre

the best song ever!

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