{"id":17,"date":"2005-10-03T00:05:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-03T00:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=17"},"modified":"2015-09-22T17:52:16","modified_gmt":"2015-09-23T00:52:16","slug":"there-aint-no-heart-in-my-heart-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/10\/03\/there-aint-no-heart-in-my-heart-anymore\/","title":{"rendered":"There Ain&#8217;t No Heart in My Heart Anymore"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/images\/blogimages\/aint-no-heart-2.jpg\" alt=\"Ain't No Heart in My Heart No More\" width=\"146\" height=\"219\" align=\"left\" border=\"1\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"2\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, back in the days of my fitful career as <a href=\"http:\/\/bluetrip.com\/machinedog\/\">punkrocker<\/a>-turned-folkie, I used to tag myself as the Bard of Bitterness, Denial, and Regret.<\/p>\n<p>My ol&#8217; man used to always say, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">If you&#8217;ve got a lemon tree, make lemonade.<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/span>[This was written on a stormy Saturday in Mexico I wrote about in the first week of the AYoS project, in my post for the song, <a href=\"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/2005\/09\/looking-for-trouble.html\"><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Looking for Trouble<\/span><\/a>. It was the second of three songs I wrote that day. I subsequently posted the third, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/2005\/10\/not-one-of-those-dreams.html\">Not One of Those Dreams<\/a>.<\/span>]<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 78%;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-17-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/There_Aint_No_Heart_in_My_Heart_Anymore\/20051002There_Aint_No_HeartMOTUMainOuts.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/There_Aint_No_Heart_in_My_Heart_Anymore\/20051002There_Aint_No_HeartMOTUMainOuts.mp3\">http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/There_Aint_No_Heart_in_My_Heart_Anymore\/20051002There_Aint_No_HeartMOTUMainOuts.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;\">There Ain&#8217;t No Heart in My Heart Anymore<\/span><\/p>\n<p>There ain&#8217;t no heart<br \/>\nin my heart no more<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t know where it&#8217;s gone<br \/>\nbut it&#8217;s gone for sure<br \/>\nMaybe it went with you<br \/>\nwhen you went out that door<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">but there ain&#8217;t no heart <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">in my heart anyore<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I feel like giving up and maybe I should<br \/>\nI cant go on and I know it&#8217;s no good<br \/>\nThere aint no meaning<br \/>\nin life any more<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">no there aint no heart <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">in my heart anymore<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The end just means<br \/>\nwe begin again<br \/>\nwhere did you say I signed<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve lived this life<br \/>\none two many times<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t think I can take it twice<\/p>\n<p>Too many loves<br \/>\ntoo many lies<br \/>\ntoo many broken lives<\/p>\n<p>too much night<br \/>\ntoo little love and way too little love<br \/>\nand nothing to show for a life<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; font-size: 78%;\">refrain<\/span><br \/>\nThere ain&#8217;t no heart<br \/>\nin my heart no more<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t know where it&#8217;s gone<br \/>\nbut it&#8217;s gone for sure<br \/>\nMaybe it went with you<br \/>\nwhen you went out that door<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">but there ain&#8217;t no heart <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">in my heart anymore<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 78%;\">(C) 1981,1989,2005 TK Major<\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes, back in the days of my fitful career as punkrocker-turned-folkie, I used to tag myself as the Bard of Bitterness, Denial, and Regret. My ol&#8217; man used to always say, If you&#8217;ve got a lemon tree, make lemonade. [This was written on a stormy Saturday in Mexico I wrote about in the first week [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,9],"tags":[94,91,92,89,93,90],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1406,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17\/revisions\/1406"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}