It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
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
Made 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 that 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 fergit
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.
The Bob Dylan lyric appreciation thread
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The Bob Dylan lyric appreciation thread
"Once upon a time, dinosaurs didn't have families. They lived in the woods and ate their children. It was a golden age."
—Earl Sinclair
"I do have respect for authority even though I throw jelly dicks at them.
- Antonio Brown
—Earl Sinclair
"I do have respect for authority even though I throw jelly dicks at them.
- Antonio Brown
Did someone say this was a shameless, self-glorifying reset thread?
Okay.
Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wondering if she would answer the phone
Or if the line would just go dead
Her folks they said "Who is this strange man"
And what's this about a back?
They never did like internet stalkers
Is dude on vicodin or crack?
And I was calling clones all hours of the night
To give them my latest news
Dialing numbers on the West Coast
Lord knows I've paid phone bills getting through....
1-800-I'm-A-Jew
She was ugly when we first met
I never gave her a divorce
She tried to help me with my spine
But she used a little too much force
She pushed the wheelchair just as far as she could
Tried to dump it in the sea
But she failed on a dark sad night
And now she's stuck with me
She turned around to laugh at me
As I was melting away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"I will rue the day I met you"
1-800-I'm-A-Jew
I had a job in the Florida Jail
Posing as a Christian for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
It's too easy to end up in hell
So I made a call to New Orleans
Where I thought my life's story would be enjoyed
Talked for hours about my fucking back
Till the guy on the phone got annoyed
But all the while I was on the phone
A meltdown was close behind
I called a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind and I just blew
1-800-I'm-A-Jew
She was chatting on IRC
And I'd drank a little too much beer
I kept telling her that I'm of the Jewish race
To me it's all so clear
And later on as the crowd piled-on
And even my "friends" did the same
She was bashing in the back of my skull
Said to me "Don't you know you're lame?"
I muttered something underneath my breath
And got way red in the face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she beat down my argument with truth
1-800-I'm-A-Jew
Okay.
Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wondering if she would answer the phone
Or if the line would just go dead
Her folks they said "Who is this strange man"
And what's this about a back?
They never did like internet stalkers
Is dude on vicodin or crack?
And I was calling clones all hours of the night
To give them my latest news
Dialing numbers on the West Coast
Lord knows I've paid phone bills getting through....
1-800-I'm-A-Jew
She was ugly when we first met
I never gave her a divorce
She tried to help me with my spine
But she used a little too much force
She pushed the wheelchair just as far as she could
Tried to dump it in the sea
But she failed on a dark sad night
And now she's stuck with me
She turned around to laugh at me
As I was melting away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"I will rue the day I met you"
1-800-I'm-A-Jew
I had a job in the Florida Jail
Posing as a Christian for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
It's too easy to end up in hell
So I made a call to New Orleans
Where I thought my life's story would be enjoyed
Talked for hours about my fucking back
Till the guy on the phone got annoyed
But all the while I was on the phone
A meltdown was close behind
I called a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind and I just blew
1-800-I'm-A-Jew
She was chatting on IRC
And I'd drank a little too much beer
I kept telling her that I'm of the Jewish race
To me it's all so clear
And later on as the crowd piled-on
And even my "friends" did the same
She was bashing in the back of my skull
Said to me "Don't you know you're lame?"
I muttered something underneath my breath
And got way red in the face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she beat down my argument with truth
1-800-I'm-A-Jew
I got 99 problems but the 'vid ain't one
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My favorite:
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
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Shadows are falling and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.