It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

Текст песни BOB DYLAN - It&#039;s Alright, Ma (I&#039;m Only Bleeding) <br/> Darkness at the break of noon<br />Shadows even the silver spoon<br />The handmade blade, the child&#039;s balloon<br />Eclipses both the sun and moon<br />To understand you know too soon<br />There is no sense in trying.<br /><br />( )<br />Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn<br />Suicide remarks are torn<br />From the fools gold mouthpiece<br />The hollow horn plays wasted words<br />Proved to warn<br />That he not busy being born<br />Is busy dying.<br /><br />Temptation&#039;s page flies out the door<br />You follow, find yourself at war<br />Watch waterfalls of pity roar<br />You feel to moan but unlike before<br />You discover<br />That you&#039;d just be<br />One more person crying.<br /><br />So don&#039;t fear if you hear<br />A foreign sound to you ear<br />It&#039;s alright, Ma, I&#039;m only sighing.<br /><br />As some warn victory, some downfall<br />Private reasons great or small<br />Can be seen in the eyes of those that call<br />To make all that should be killed to crawl<br />While others say don&#039;t hate nothing at all<br />Except hatred.<br /><br />Disillusioned words like bullets bark<br />As human gods aim for their marks<br />Made everything from toy guns that sparks<br />To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark<br />It&#039;s easy to see without looking too far<br />That not much<br />Is really sacred.<br /><br />While preachers preach of evil fates<br />Teachers teach that knowledge waits<br />Can lead to hundred-dollar plates<br />Goodness hides behind its gates<br />But even the President of the United States<br />Sometimes must have<br />To stand naked.<br /><br />An&#039; though the rules of the road have been lodged<br />It&#039;s only people&#039;s games that you got to dodge<br />And it&#039;s alright, Ma, I can make it.<br /><br />Advertising signs that con you<br />Into thinking you&#039;re the one<br />That can do what&#039;s never been done<br />That can win what&#039;s never been won<br />Meantime life outside goes on<br />All around you.<br /><br />You loose yourself, you reappear<br />You suddenly find you got nothing to fear<br />Alone you stand without nobody near<br />When a trembling distant voice, unclear<br />Startles your sleeping ears to hear<br />That somebody thinks<br />They really found you.<br /><br />A question in your nerves is lit<br />Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy<br />Insure you not to quit<br />To keep it in your mind and not forget <br />That it is not he or she or them or it<br />That you belong to.<br /><br />Although the masters make the rules<br />For the wise men and the fools<br />I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.<br /><br />For them that must obey authority<br />That they do not respect in any degree<br />Who despite their jobs, their destinies<br />Speak jealously of them that are free<br />Cultivate their flowers to be<br />Nothing more than something<br />They invest in.<br /><br />While some on principles baptized<br />To strict party platforms ties<br />Social clubs in drag disguise<br />Outsiders they can freely criticize<br />Tell nothing except who to idolize<br />And then say God Bless him.<br /><br />While one who sings with his tongue on fire<br />Gargles in the rat race choir<br />Bent out of shape from society&#039;s pliers<br />Cares not to come up any higher<br />But rather get you down in the hole<br />That he&#039;s in.<br /><br />But I mean no harm nor put fault<br />On anyone that lives in a vault<br />But it&#039;s alright, Ma, if I can&#039;t please him.<br /><br />Old lady judges, watch people in pairs<br />Limited in sex, they dare<br />To push fake morals, insult and stare<br />While money doesn&#039;t talk, it swears<br />Obscenity, who really cares<br />Propaganda, all is phony.<br /><br />While them that defend what they cannot see<br />With a killer&#039;s pride, security<br />It blows the minds most bitterly<br />For them that think death&#039;s honesty<br />Won&#039;t fall upon them naturally<br />Life sometimes<br />Must get lonely.<br /><br />My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards<br />False gods, I scuff<br />At pettiness which plays so rough<br />Walk upside-down inside handcuffs<br />Kick my legs to crash it off<br />Say okay, I have had enough<br />What else can you show me ?<br /><br />And if my thought-dreams could been seen<br />They&#039;d probably put my head in a guillotine<br />But it&#039;s alright, Ma, it&#039;s life, and life only.<br />