| Indian Summer – Reflections On Milkweed Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| I think he says something to the extent of "If I want it I'll take it/(indecipherable to my ears)/you're all the same!" in closing. Song reminds me a lot of I'm Back Sleeping or Fucking or Something by Moss Icon. | |
| Jawbreaker – Condition Oakland Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Condition:Oakland is to Black*:Naked & Hysterical. (Anyone remember those from school?) It seems also the there is someone or something that is trying to help him but he doesn't want their help. He either wants to fix himself by himself or doesn't want to be fixed. I meant Blake. Can we get an edit feature, please? |
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| Sebadoh – Skull Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I knew about that but still always thought this was about a one night stand too. I also thought it had strong homoerotic overtones with the lines 'gently take my/your skull for a ride' (skullfucking, anyone?) and "kindly take my all/give me all you have". Maybe I just have dirty mind. Goddamn teenaged hormones and their thought control prowess! Also, Sebadoh rules. |
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| Jawbreaker – Condition Oakland Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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"I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing to me. But they just stared back. Broken, trainless and black as night." Black goes to a train track to kill himself but the tracks are broken and consequently no trains will come to run him over (sing to [him]; interesting he seems to be anxious or enjoy the thought of death with the word "sing".) "Climbed out onto my roof. So I'd be a poet in the night. Beat the walls off my room. I saw the big room that is this life." He's now inspired. He goes outside of what he is used to -his box (room)- by breaking down the walls to see how big and full of potential the world actually is (the last line). Or, perhaps, as the title suggests he is in Oakland, he interprets all the bleak poverty around him as something more important than his own anguish. Maybe both. "This is my condition: Naked and hysterical, Reaching to grab a hand that I just slapped back at." Condition:Oakland is to Black:Naked & Hysterical. (Anyone remember those from school?) It seems also the there is someone or something that is trying to help him but he doesn't want their help. He either wants to fix himself by himself or doesn't want to be fixed. "This is my condition: Desperate, alone, Without an excuse. I try to explain. Christ, what's the use?" Same thing but then he seems unsure about the fixing part. "Read and I felt so small. Some words keep speaking When you close the book." He again feels inferior but this time to his heroes (I'm gonna guess he was reading Kerouac as that's who's reading towards the end with the eerie piano). "Drank and just about smiled. Then I remembered us in that bed. Put my ear to the door. I just heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens." If he drinks, he feels (almost) happier. But then he remembers the cause of his depression: a former lover. He tries to escape the feelings of depression by again looking at the outside world to be reminded of (according to his interpretation) his trivial feelings of anguish. "People kill me these days. There's keys in their eyes But they lock from the inside." It upsets him to see how people behave in the world. People could get along but they need to unlock themselves, first. So in ordinary to fix the world he feels he has to first fix himself. Blake, you are my hero. I feel small when I read what you write. I hope all is well. |
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| Indian Summer – I Think Your Train Is Leaving Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I think it's about how he loves someone who's going away for some reason or another. Whoever he loves is leaving him behind and he doesn't want them to ("Train don't leave!") because he loves them. I dunno what he means by "Devil left his mark" but it always makes me think of Robert Johnson. For those who don't know: Robert Johnson was a blues musician supposedly sold his soul to the devil in ordinary to be a great blues guitarist. "Bright eyes hold my blue book" might mean that he gave whoever it was something sentimental to remember him by- perhaps a diary or journal or something like that. Indian Summer is beautiful. I hope they aren't forgotten or ignored by future generations. |
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