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Man Without a Heart (Paul Curran Presents “Live at 924 Gilman 1-17-04”) (click for MP3 file)

You can’t reach me, but it’s not your fault:
I was born with nothing for a heart.
Wire-monkey mother cuddled me,
Thus imparting no humanity.

Everything I ever did was wrong.
Don’t know why I ever tried at all.

Love is water, rolling off my back.
I would drown before I’d take a sip.
If you want to save me, you can try.
This is no SOS, it’s goodbye.

Everything I ever did was wrong.
Don’t know why I ever tried at all.

It’s always something more, or something less, or something in between,
Something I am unprepared to be.
Alienated and ill-adapted, and sadly, ill-conceived,
It’s for the best, if there is one less of me.

I’ll assassinate your fondest dream,
Smother every idealistic scheme.
Going down, I’ll take you if I can:
Empty-heart, with no regard for Man.

Everything I ever did was wrong.
Don’t know why I ever tried at all.

It’s always something more, or something less, or something in between,
Something I am unprepared to be.
Alienated and ill-adapted, and sadly, ill-conceived,
It’s for the best, if there is one less of me.