โหลดเพลง mp3 It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) (Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY - October 1964) (Live Album Version) - Bob Dylan

It's Alright ,Ma(I'm Only Bleeding)(Live Album Version)-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