It is believed that Jeff Buckley took his own life by way of a flowing river over a decade ago. Many people believe that his screws are loose. It is a given that he is dead. Yes.
No. his body may be dead but he is alive. His brain, the thing that people criticize as dysfunctional is still alive. He had thoughts that he was not afraid to put to light. He tried to make the people in his time see what he can see.
Did he triumph?
As long as there are people listening to his thoughts, he is continually achieving his success. As long as his voice is being sought, he is alive.
His body was never found in the river where he was said to drown. Which makes him more alive, as alive as his music.
The artwork I made is based on Jeff Buckley’s song – The Sky is a Landfill.
The song may mean different things but to me it means just one thing -
DO NOT SELL YOUR SOUL
The sky is a landfill
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 spirit 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
Ooh, 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 or be
a 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 adulteress
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 Mister 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
Oh, I see you take another drag
One 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!
I missed using pencil. Pencil is my favorite medium. It is very true. Very pure. It cannot afford to be pretentious.
Completed DOday #8, 357 challenges to go!
For Love, for Victory, for the glory of God!
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