The Sky Is A Landfill

Jeff Buckley · 3 音轨 · 96 小节 · 热度 708

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Jeff Buckley《The Sky Is A Landfill》吉他谱:共 3 条音轨(Gtr. 1 (slight. dist.)、Gtr. 2 (slight. dist.)、Gtr. 3 (clean then slight dist.)),96 小节,时长约 5 分 11 秒,GPX 格式,支持在线播放与打印。

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关于 Jeff Buckley

Jeff Buckley出生于美国南部加州　　五岁那年，他发现了祖母的一把吉他就开始自学。　　17岁时Buckley离家完成了中学学业就开始在Hollywood发展。他参加过一些摇滚和雷吉乐队，也散发了一些录音作品以挣些小钱。　　1990年Buckley搬到了纽约，和当地一些乐队一起表演，随后就开始创造自己的作品。据Buckley自己说，纽约的Lower East Side比其它地方更让他感到自在，虽然根在加州，但他却在加州找不着自己的位置。　　1994那年，Buckley出了一张EP Live at Sin-e和唯一的一张亲自参与制做的专辑Grace。　　但谁也没想到，1997年春天时Buckley在孟菲斯灌录一张新专辑，在密西西比河中一次游泳时不幸溺亡。　　1998年sony公司发行了2张一套的CD，Sketches For My Swe…

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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 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.

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 of being 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 adultress,

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, Mr 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.

I see you take another drag,

Our 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!