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If You Really Want To Hear About… (10 Year Anniversary Re​-​issue)

by The Roland High Life

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1.
I've got a dead mattress thrown on the floor Where I pass out every night And the polyurethane that coats the door Reflects the light from the street There's never been a fire in the fireplace Ever since they came and sealed it up And every time I open the door I've got to give it a kick, 'cause it gets stuck But it's quiet sometimes, quiet When I'm singing in the shower alone It's not my home, but it's a place to rest my head I'm never home, I'm told I'll sleep when I am dead I hear the thudding pitter-patter of the kid upstairs I've never seen him, but he wakes me up And that's the funny thing about the cross I bear: I only need it to get me going There's never been a fire in the fireplace Ever since they came and sealed it up And every time I open the door I've got to give it a kick, 'cause it gets stuck But it's quiet sometimes, quiet When I'm singing in the shower alone It's not my home, but it's a place to rest my head I'm never home, I'm told I'll sleep when I am dead Sing to me, Jeff Tweedy Am I listening to you? Is this how I fight loneliness By running somewhere new? I'm sorry that I'm leaving But it's something I must do
2.
The harsh winds Of late October Howl as they tear across his face Like sandpaper The open front Of the glass bus stop Walls frame his view like a diorama But face straight into the gusts Of unrelenting autumn air The screech and squall Of downtown rush hour traffic Is quickly overcome By the abrasive crunching sound of deadened leaves Crumbling to brownish dust Beneath his feet and tires So he sits in silence Waiting Breathing slowly As the repugnant subway steam From down below Billows up from the sewer grates To fill his nose And consume the crisp aromas of the fall This was your last fall with him If it ever were at all You said you're scared of all the colors and the winds Afraid their whispers may remind you still of him This was your last fall with him If it ever were at all You said you're scared of all the colors and the winds Afraid their whispers may remind you still of him The setting sun Casts a browning yellow shadow over everything Covering the world in sepia tones Even fallen leaves Once glowing with An immediate transcendence Have turned to dusty grays and lost all warmth They've lost all life He lost his life
3.
Calm and collected This city never looks Quite as relaxed as it does From 14 stories above Tonight The night has just begun Now it's 12:35 And the night's so alive Are they ants down below Or just people I've known? War thoughts I've left So I'll step off the ledge As delicate thoughts Take their place in my head Sticky white strands Will soon fly from my hands I'll swing across rooftops Find some place to land Perhaps your apartment With lights turned down low I'll quietly creep in Through your bedroom window You sleep like a beauty So I kiss your head As I take off my mask And take my place in your bed And you said, "Isn't it time somebody saved your life?" Baby, baby, be my Mary Jane You know that I'll rescue you If you'll rescue me, too And if you call your tiger I'll always be true There will be nights That I come home real late But you know that it's hard When there's a world to save I'm super lame A super hero Who fell in love with A super model I'm dangerous to know And you'll be threatened by my foes But I promise that I'll never let you feel harm If you promise that I'll have a place in your arms And you said, "Isn't it time somebody saved your life?" Baby, baby, be my Mary Jane I will crawl to you Up the wall to you I will swing to you As I sing "Be my Mary Jane" I will crawl to you Up the wall to you I will swing to you As I sing "Be my Mary Jane" You sleep like a beauty So I kiss your head As I take off my mask And take my place in your bed
4.
Oh, please pass the whiskey As we're passing Rye It reeks of piss and bleach On this four hour drive I hear they've got some real nice beaches in Kingston I'll stand on the shore With the sand between my toes As the ocean waves roll Because I've really been dying to drown But every time I think I've settled down I find it's time to go What is a home? When all you own is in a backpack And you sleep with your guitar After countless nights of passing out You're passing out alone You wake up alone Where do you go When you're always told that There's no place like home? Please state your name and destination: My name is Jonas and I have none Call me Ishmael And I'll be for the sea Or you can call me Holden Caulfield But I'm still not holding on To any person, place, or thing Where I belong This martyr needs a party This lover needs a quest A thousand times, I've heard it said That home is where the heart is kept All these yellow lines I count like bricks Staring at the sun Just remind me that I'm Always on my way I'm all alone Where do you go When you're always told That there's no place like home? Please state your name and destination: My name is Jonas and I have none Call me Ishmael And I'll be for the sea Or you can call me Holden Caulfield But I'm still not holding on To any person, place, or thing Where I belong No, I'll never be your homecoming king Because there's no place like home
5.
Dad's diaries are waiting In the top drawer of a bed stand In the places that we go When we get lonely for an hour The paper-thin parchment Crunches when I turn the page Like autumn leaves that fell From burning trees too soon Translucent and impermanent The noises keep me company in every bawdy tomb I read my favorite stories To a girl that I won't Mary From the time when you were thirty-two And think of all the shit you carried With you on your back You never let it weigh you down And I am hoping to remember All the things you taught me Back when you were still around Dad, I see your diaries Were written down By someone else's hand But I still remember Everything you taught me About how to be a man You'll be glad to know That your grand daughter Is working overseas Where she is farming In a fertile land And does it all for free And how I almost tied your grandson To a fence the other day But I just pelted him with rocks Until he bled out all the gay You see, I'm trying hard to live my life Just the way you told me, or at least the way I read it In this dusty little story book where your friends Had all your best intentions written down Father, I forgot To ask you how You drank from that bloody glass Drank from that bloody glass And split the fish while we Were killing kingdoms in your name And how you loved the lonely lepers And you Knew your Mother's Whore When you told me that the wicked Would not be let in your door But you're not around to give me all he answers I might need So I'm forced to watch as Mary takes my sixty bucks and leaves Me with Dad's diaries

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okay so we never actually released this in the first place, but it's been 10 years since we were *going* to release it, and so that totally counts as a re-mastered anniversary re-release, right?

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released August 30, 2009

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