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Sky is Not Blue 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 the secrets they share:
The sky is not blue.
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.
the only one to realize what's true.
When all the world is stuck in a jam:
The sky is not blue.
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,
I'll think of you and make it pristine,
as long as you repeat after me:
The grass is not green.
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 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.
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,
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 I'm a sap, I'm a square.
They tell me things I already knew.
The greatest of the the secrets they share:
The sky is not blue.
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Ok, really people? Neil has a commentary for this song! It has no religious background at all! I mean really? Lemon Demon, religious? Ha! It's simply about things not being what they seem, with a little Lemon Demon twist. Religious, ha.
I think this song is about worshipping God. The construction paper dolls are crucifix's with jesus on them, "when I play it next week" means performing a hymn in church, and the fourth verse is a hallucination in which the figure of christ appears to be alive (possibly the result of the use of drugs) and the lego set could be a shrine. However, this person is turning against God, as he destroys his shrine, and thinks that there are more to what God apparently made, hence the theme of the song being things not being the colour they appear to be. They might begin to think it impossible that God created all, and they're going mad inside.
Dude, are you serious, or is this a joke? That seems like the most ridiculous possible extrapolation of what's actually written there that's even possible.
Dude, are you serious, or is this a joke? That seems like the most ridiculous possible extrapolation of what's actually written there that's even possible.
I agree with zero. That original interepretation is really really stretching it and is obviously not what the song is about. I think it's more about how things are fine on the surface but the world can be a terrible place and not as good as people try to make it seem(sky is not blue,grass is not green, roses aren't red) The narrator seems to be one of the only ones that realize this.