Bob Dylan "It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)" lyrics

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

Darkness at the break of noonShadows even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child's balloonEclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soonThere is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scornSuicide remarks are tornFrom the fools gold mouthpieceThe hollow horn plays wasted wordsProved to warnThat he not busy being bornIs busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the doorYou follow, find yourself at warWatch waterfalls of pity roarYou feel to moan but unlike beforeYou discoverThat you'd just beOne more person crying.

So don't fear if you hearA foreign sound to you earIt's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfallPrivate reasons great or smallCan be seen in the eyes of those that callTo make all that should be killed to crawlWhile others say don't hate nothing at allExcept hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets barkAs human gods aim for their marksMade everything from toy guns that sparksTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the darkIt's easy to see without looking too farThat not muchIs really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fatesTeachers teach that knowledge waitsCan lead to hundred-dollar platesGoodness hides behind its gatesBut even the President of the United StatesSometimes must haveTo stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodgedIt's only people's games that you got to dodgeAnd it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con youInto thinking you're the oneThat can do what's never been doneThat can win what's never been wonMeantime life outside goes onAll around you.

You loose yourself, you reappearYou suddenly find you got nothing to fearAlone you stand without nobody nearWhen a trembling distant voice, unclearStartles your sleeping ears to hearThat somebody thinksThey really found you.

A question in your nerves is litYet you know there is no answer fit to satisfyInsure you not to quitTo keep it in your mind and not forgetThat it is not he or she or them or itThat you belong to.

Although the masters make the rulesFor the wise men and the foolsI got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authorityThat they do not respect in any degreeWho despite their jobs, their destiniesSpeak jealously of them that are freeCultivate their flowers to beNothing more than somethingThey invest in.

While some on principles baptizedTo strict party platforms tiesSocial clubs in drag disguiseOutsiders they can freely criticizeTell nothing except who to idolizeAnd then say God Bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fireGargles in the rat race choirBent out of shape from society's pliersCares not to come up any higherBut rather get you down in the holeThat he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put faultOn anyone that lives in a vaultBut it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges, watch people in pairsLimited in sex, they dareTo push fake morals, insult and stareWhile money doesn't talk, it swearsObscenity, who really caresPropaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot seeWith a killer's pride, securityIt blows the minds most bitterlyFor them that think death's honestyWon't fall upon them naturallyLife sometimesMust get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyardsFalse gods, I scuffAt pettiness which plays so roughWalk upside-down inside handcuffsKick my legs to crash it offSay okay, I have had enoughWhat else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could been seenThey'd probably put my head in a guillotineBut it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

Sve je u redu , mama (samo krvarim)

U cik zore mrkli mrak,Prekriva kašike srebrni trak,Blistavu oštricu I balon lak,Sunce I mesec I zadnji zrak,Da zna sad svak, na dati znak,Ne vredi da se trudi.

Obmane, pretnje, prezir I jed,Samoubistven to je sled,U ludoj gubici drobi se led,Iz šuplje trube signal bled,Kom za rođenje nije red,Za smrću žudi.

Za iskušenjem kriviš vrat,Uvučen bivaš tako u rat,Milosti čuješ težak bat,I ječao bi iz sata u sat,Što ti je takav udes dat,Kad tamo,Otkrivaš da si samo,Još jedan koji plače.

Čuješ li plah i čudan dah,Neka te majko nije strah –Ja samo uzdišem jače.Taštu pobedu ili pad,Lične motive, krupne k’o grad,Vidiš u očima, koje bi sad,Da se poubija svaki gad,Dok drugi kažu „Ne mrzi jad,Već samo mržnju“. Cinične reči k’o meci lete,Dok ljudski bogovi biraju mete,Šareno svetleće božje dete,I varničave igračke klete,Te dok i tebi odasvud prete,Shvataš,Malo je šta sveto za ljude.

O zlu se priča na sav glas,Dok znanje čeka tek svoj čas,Dolari padaju hrpom na tas,Dobrota krije svoj krhki stas,A čak i predsednik iznad nas,Katkada mora,Nag da bude.

Pravila su za krda tvrda,Al’ to je igra pa se i vrda,Ne brini majko već ću se snaći.

Dok ti reklame nude raj,Pa uobraziš ti si taj,Što izlazi sa svačim na kraj,Što nepobedive tuče,Znaj,Dotle već danas postade juče,Za dan si kraći.

Čas nisi tu, čas jesi, znam,Najednom ničeg nije te sram,Dok stojiš tako sasvim sam,Nekakav dalek glas k’o pram,U tebi tmuli ražari plam,I onda shvatiš,Neko će te već naći. U nervima ti pitanje gori,Bez odgovora da te dvori,U svakoj bori tvojoj i pori,Da se vijori i da te mori,K’o opomena da se ori,Da ne prpadaš tome svemu,Ni njima svima, ni njoj, ni njemu.

Mada pravila vladari kale,I za mudrace i za budale,Ja nemam majko ideale.

A pokoravaju se neki vlasti,Kojoj ne pripadaju nimalo časti,Preziru posao, i s puno strasti,Govore zlobno o slobodnoj kasti,Gajeći cveće za koje slabo mare,Tek da bi moglo barem narasti,Kad već uložiše u njega pare.

Kršteni platformom svoje stranke,Pod maskom društva, pišu, bez stanke,Protiv autsajdera kritične članke,Inače ćutke prate sastanke,Između šetnji do svoje banke,I samo skrušeno katkad oslove,Onog što pravi dobre poslove.

Neko u ognjenom peva dekoru,Il’ mrmlja u pacovskom trčećem horu,U društvenom se batrga čvoru,Ne može li da uhvati foru,Trudi se bar da nekog u goru,Moru uvuče.

Ne krivim nikog za tu kob,Što za dom majko uze grob,Al’ nemam za njega zlatne ključe.

Presuditeljke nemaju dar,Za seks, al’ motre svaki par,Lažnim moralom guše žar,Novac ne govori, već bljuje ćar,Propaganda te šiba k’o far,Svaka je stvar,I sav je život sramotan.

Ono što ne vide – neki brane,K’o gorde ubice bogomdane,Dok im sigurnost zadaje rane,Neki pak misle smrt je bez mane,Al’ njima smrt baš ne pada s grane.Pogledaš li ga ma s koje strane,Život nam katkad prosto svane,Samotan.

S punjenim grobljima suočen svud,Od lažnih bogova već nemam kud,Okovan, nasukan, kao na sprud,Sav se batrgam, ritam k’o lud,Sveg mi je dosta, zalud mi trud,Al’ šta bi drugo, da mi je znati,Šta bi mi drugo moglo se dati.

Kad bi se videle moje misli,Pod giljotinu bi me stisli,Ali takvu ti ima ćud,Život, i samo život, mati.

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