Condition Oakland Lyrics
Thinking they might sing to me.
But they just stared back.
Broken, trainless and black as night.
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.
This is my condition:
Naked and hysterical,
Reaching to grab a hand
that I just slapped back at.
This is my condition:
Desperate, alone,
Without an excuse.
I try to explain. Christ, what's the use?
Read and I felt so small.
Some words keep speaking
When you close the book.
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.
People kill me these days.
There's keys in their eyes
But they lock from the inside.
Depression. Complete depression. Yeah, this guy's depressed. Not much he can do about it either, even though he tries to make things better. It's hinted that a girl is associated with the problem: "Drank and just about smiled / Then I remembered us in that bed." Those pesky girls...
my favorite song by my favorite band.
the kerouac parts at the end fit perfectly.
awesome, best song on "24 hour revenge therapy", showed what was to come on "dear you"....
"some words keep speaking When you close the book" I love that part.
This song reminds me of Kerouac's book On the Road. It sounds like an event straight out of Oakland.
Personally, it reminds me of what's waiting for me in the bay area. One day I'll be in Berkeley...one day.
dyingstart, that's really funny because Jawbreaker cites a Kerouac poem in this song.
yeah, the outro is actually Jack Kerouac himself reciting from his book "lonesome traveler" on an old tv show.
Blake really loves his kerouac
"People kill me these days. There's keys in their eyes But they lock from the inside"
I love that lyric, it just sums up how you can feel about the entire human race when you're really down. You can find them baffling, frustrating, charmless and just want nothing to do with them.
this has been one of my favorite songs since 2004.
The way the piano from the Kerouac sample clashes with the guitar is just haunting.
The poem is "October in the Railroad Earth".