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== Lyrics == | == Lyrics == | ||
I made you these construction paper dolls, | <nowiki>I made you these construction paper dolls, | ||
Connected by the hands with tiny little faces. | Connected by the hands with tiny little faces. | ||
And now I’ll hang them on the walls, | And now I’ll hang them on the walls, | ||
So you can see the people filling up the spaces. | So you can see the people filling up the spaces. | ||
I think I am the only one to ever realize that I am | I think I am the only one to ever realize that I am | ||
The only one to realize what’s true. | The only one to realize what’s true. | ||
When all the world is stuck in a jam: | When all the world is stuck in a jam: | ||
The sky is not blue. | The sky is not blue. | ||
I made you this defective little song, | I made you this defective little song, | ||
Connected by the chords, connected and melodic. | Connected by the chords, connected and melodic. | ||
And if you think I sing it wrong, | And if you think I sing it wrong, | ||
Or if you think it sounds a little too robotic, | Or if you think it sounds a little too robotic, | ||
Just let me know. I’ll understand, and maybe when I play next week, | Just let me know. I’ll understand, and maybe when I play next week, | ||
I’ll think of you and make it pristine, | I’ll think of you and make it pristine, | ||
As long as you repeat after me: | As long as you repeat after me: | ||
The grass is not green. | The grass is not green. | ||
I might have stated what I thought before. | I might have stated what I thought before. | ||
I might have kept it in. My memory is failing. | I might have kept it in. My memory is failing. | ||
I might have stumbled through the door. | I might have stumbled through the door. | ||
You might have stared and asked what I had been inhaling. | You might have stared and asked what I had been inhaling. | ||
I might have blinked. I might have sighed. | I might have blinked. I might have sighed. | ||
I might have been a has-might-have-been, | I might have been a has-might-have-been, | ||
But if you really heard what I said, | But if you really heard what I said, | ||
You’d understand the mindset I’m in, | You’d understand the mindset I’m in, | ||
Where roses aren’t red. | Where roses aren’t red. | ||
I’m setting up my tiny little town, | I’m setting up my tiny little town, | ||
A Lego set in which I’m planning to retire. | A Lego set in which I’m planning to retire. | ||
It’s really time I settled down, | It’s really time I settled down, | ||
But not before I set everything on fire. | But not before I set everything on fire. | ||
Put on my boots and stamp it out. | Put on my boots and stamp it out. | ||
The little yellow people don’t care. | The little yellow people don’t care. | ||
They never did, and they never do, | They never did, and they never do, | ||
And yet they seem to speak with their stare. | And yet they seem to speak with their stare. | ||
They tell me things I can’t deny. | They tell me things I can’t deny. | ||
They tell me I’m a sap. I’m a square. | They tell me I’m a sap. I’m a square. | ||
They tell me things I already knew. | They tell me things I already knew. | ||
The greatest of the secrets they share: | The greatest of the secrets they share: | ||
The sky is not blue.</nowiki> | |||
The sky is not blue. | |||
== See also == | == See also == |
Revision as of 19:19, 12 May 2023
According to Neil Cicierega, “I don’t know what this song’s about. It’s about things that are usually one color not being that one color, but I don’t know why they’re not that one color.”
Sky Is Not Blue | |
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Song | |
Artist | Lemon Demon |
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Released | 2005 |
Recorded | 2005 |
Written by | Neil Cicierega |
Appears on | Damn Skippy |
Duration | 4:02 |
Tempo | 140 |
Genre | Rock |
Links: | MP3 Original CD FLAC |
Lyrics
I made you these construction paper dolls, Connected by the hands with tiny little faces. And now I’ll hang them on the walls, So you can see the people filling up the spaces. I think I am the only one to ever realize that I am The only one to realize what’s true. When all the world is stuck in a jam: The sky is not blue. I made you this defective little song, Connected by the chords, connected and melodic. And if you think I sing it wrong, Or if you think it sounds a little too robotic, Just let me know. I’ll understand, and maybe when I play next week, I’ll think of you and make it pristine, As long as you repeat after me: The grass is not green. I might have stated what I thought before. I might have kept it in. My memory is failing. I might have stumbled through the door. You might have stared and asked what I had been inhaling. I might have blinked. I might have sighed. I might have been a has-might-have-been, But if you really heard what I said, You’d understand the mindset I’m in, Where roses aren’t red. I’m setting up my tiny little town, A Lego set in which I’m planning to retire. It’s really time I settled down, But not before I set everything on fire. Put on my boots and stamp it out. The little yellow people don’t care. They never did, and they never do, And yet they seem to speak with their stare. They tell me things I can’t deny. They tell me I’m a sap. I’m a square. They tell me things I already knew. The greatest of the secrets they share: The sky is not blue.
See also
- Commentary for Sky Is Not Blue.
- Sky Blue Up, an earlier version of this song that was never completed