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== Lyrics ==
'''Sky Is Not Blue''' is the second track on [[Damn Skippy]].
<nowiki>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.</nowiki>


== See also ==
[[Neil]] spoke of the song's meaning in [[Damn Skippy: Commentary|the album's commentary track]]: “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.”
== 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.


* Commentary for [http://wiki.mumbergo.net/index.php/Damn_Skippy:_Commentary#Sky_Is_Not_Blue Sky Is Not Blue].
==See also==
* [[Sky Blue Up]], an earlier version of this song that was never completed
 
*Commentary for [http://wiki.mumbergo.net/index.php/Damn_Skippy:_Commentary#Sky_Is_Not_Blue Sky Is Not Blue].
*[[Sky Blue Up]], an earlier version of this song that was never completed

Latest revision as of 02:35, 5 August 2023

Sky Is Not Blue
Damn Skippy.png
Song
Artist Lemon Demon
Released 2005
Recorded 2005
Written by Neil Cicierega
Appears on Damn Skippy
Duration 4:02
Tempo 140
Genre Rock
Links: MP3 Original CD FLAC


Sky Is Not Blue is the second track on Damn Skippy.

Neil spoke of the song's meaning in the album's commentary track: “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.”

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