M2RB: Bob Dylan
It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Was Bob Dylan anywhere near Chechnya in 1993/4?
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It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) - Bob Dylan
Darkness at
the break of noon
Shadows even
the silver spoon
The handmade
blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses
both the sun and moon
To
understand you know too soon
There is no
sense in trying
Pointed
threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide
remarks are torn
From the
fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted
words, proves to warn
That he not
busy being born is busy dying
Temptation’s
page flies out the door
You follow,
find yourself at war
Watch
waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to
moan but unlike before
You discover
that you’d just be one more
Person
crying
So don’t
fear if you hear
A foreign
sound to your ear
It’s
alright, Ma, I’m only sighing
As some warn
victory, some downfall
Private
reasons great or small
Can be seen
in the eyes of those that call
To make all
that should be killed to crawl
While others
say don’t hate nothing at all
Except
hatred
Disillusioned
words like bullets bark
As human
gods aim for their mark
Make
everything from toy guns that spark
To
flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to
see without looking too far
That not
much is really sacred
While
preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers
teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to
hundred-dollar plates
Goodness
hides behind its gates
But even the
president of the United States
Sometimes
must have to stand naked
An’ though
the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only
people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s
alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising
signs they con
You into
thinking you’re the one
That can do
what’s never been done
That can win
what’s never been won
Meantime
life outside goes on
All around
you
You lose
yourself, you reappear
You suddenly
find you got nothing to fear
Alone you
stand with nobody near
When a
trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles
your sleeping ears to hear
That
somebody thinks they really found you
A question
in your nerves is lit
Yet you know
there is no answer fit
To satisfy,
insure you not to quit
To keep it
in your mind and not forget
That it is
not he or she or them or it
That you
belong to
Although the
masters make the rules
For the wise
men and the fools
I got
nothing, Ma, to live up to
For them
that must obey authority
That they do
not respect in any degree
Who despise
their jobs, their destinies
Speak
jealously of them that are free
Cultivate
their flowers to be
Nothing more
than something they invest in
While some
on principles baptized
To strict
party platform ties
Social clubs
in drag disguise
Outsiders
they can freely criticize
Tell nothing
except who to idolize
And then say
God bless him
While one
who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in
the rat race choir
Bent out of
shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to
come up any higher
But rather
get you down in the hole
That he’s in
But I mean
no harm nor put fault
On anyone
that lives in a vault
But it’s
alright, Ma, if I can’t please him
Old lady
judges watch people in pairs
Limited in
sex, they dare
To push fake
morals, insult and stare
While money
doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity,
who really cares
Propaganda,
all is phony
While them
that defend what they cannot see
With a
killer’s pride, security
It blows the
minds most bitterly
For them
that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall
upon them naturally
Life
sometimes must get lonely
My eyes
collide head-on with stuffed
Graveyards,
false gods, I scuff
At pettiness
which plays so rough
Walk
upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs
to crash it off
Say okay, I
have had enough, what else can you show me?
And if my
thought-dreams could be seen
They’d
probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s
alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only
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