It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)  - Bob Dylan
    Darkness at the break of noon

    shadows even the silver spoon
    The hand made 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 just be one more
    person crying.

    So don't fear, if you hear, a foreign sound to your ear
    It's all right ma, I'm only sighing
    As some warn victory, some downfall,
    private reasons great or small
    Can be seen in the eys 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

    And though the rules of the road have been lodged
    It's only people's games that you've got to dodge
    And it's allright 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've 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, ensure 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 beling to

    Although the masters make the rules
    for the wise men and the fools
    I've 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 unprinciples baptize
    too strict party platform ties
    Social clubs in drag disguise,
    outsiders they can freely criticize
    Tell nothing except who to idolize
    and 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 allright ma, if I can't please him
    Old lady judges watch people in pairs,
    limited in sex they dare
    To push fake morals, insultant stares
    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 mind 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 goals, I scuff
    At pettiness which plays so rough,
    walk upside down inside handcuffs
    Kick my legs to crash it off,
    say OK I've 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 allright ma, it's life and life only


    Marco Giunco
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