LYRICAL GEM NO.4 – It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding), Bob Dylan

I’m slightly concerned my prior post written from back in 2008 will be misinterpreted.

To help clarify, I wanted to share one of my favorite Bob Dylan songs, It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding).  This is one of the first songs I’d ever heard that really helped me to recognize that the ills of our society are no secret.  I think watching the news here in the U.S. sometimes makes it seem to me that this world is so full of evil and not much more.  But I know that is not truth, and that the good is still out there too – even if it sometimes comes in the form of “ugly” emotions that require expression.

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 leads 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 hold that he’s in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone who 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’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 alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only.

It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding), Bob Dylan

2 thoughts on “LYRICAL GEM NO.4 – It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding), Bob Dylan

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