text: BOB DYLAN LYRICS\n\n"It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)"\n\nDarkness at the break of noon\nShadows even the silver spoon\nThe handmade blade, the child's balloon\nEclipses both the sun and moon\nTo understand you know too soon\nThere is no sense in trying.\n\nPointed threats, they bluff with scorn\nSuicide remarks are torn\nFrom the fools gold mouthpiece\nThe hollow horn plays wasted words\nProved to warn\nThat he not busy being born\nIs busy dying.\n\nTemptation's page flies out the door\nYou follow, find yourself at war\nWatch waterfalls of pity roar\nYou feel to moan but unlike before\nYou discover\nThat you'd just be\nOne more person crying.\n\nSo don't fear if you hear\nA foreign sound to you ear\nIt's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.\n\nAs some warn victory, some downfall\nPrivate reasons great or small\nCan be seen in the eyes of those that call\nTo make all that should be killed to crawl\nWhile others say don't hate nothing at all\nExcept hatred.\n\nDisillusioned words like bullets bark\nAs human gods aim for their marks\nMade everything from toy guns that sparks\nTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark\nIt's easy to see without looking too far\nThat not much\nIs really sacred.\n\nWhile preachers preach of evil fates\nTeachers teach that knowledge waits\nCan lead to hundred-dollar plates\nGoodness hides behind its gates\nBut even the President of the United States\nSometimes must have\nTo stand naked.\n\nAn' though the rules of the road have been lodged\nIt's only people's games that you got to dodge\nAnd it's alright, Ma, I can make it.\n\nAdvertising signs that con you\nInto thinking you're the one\nThat can do what's never been done\nThat can win what's never been won\nMeantime life outside goes on\nAll around you.\n\nYou loose yourself, you reappear\nYou suddenly find you got nothing to fear\nAlone you stand without nobody near\nWhen a trembling distant voice, unclear\nStartles your sleeping ears to hear\nThat somebody thinks\nThey really found you.\n\nA question in your nerves is lit\nYet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy\nInsure you not to quit\nTo keep it in your mind and not forget \nThat it is not he or she or them or it\nThat you belong to.\n\nAlthough the masters make the rules\nFor the wise men and the fools\nI got nothing, Ma, to live up to.\n\nFor them that must obey authority\nThat they do not respect in any degree\nWho despite their jobs, their destinies\nSpeak jealously of them that are free\nCultivate their flowers to be\nNothing more than something\nThey invest in.\n\nWhile some on principles baptized\nTo strict party platforms ties\nSocial clubs in drag disguise\nOutsiders they can freely criticize\nTell nothing except who to idolize\nAnd then say God Bless him.\n\nWhile one who sings with his tongue on fire\nGargles in the rat race choir\nBent out of shape from society's pliers\nCares not to come up any higher\nBut rather get you down in the hole\nThat he's in.\n\nBut I mean no harm nor put fault\nOn anyone that lives in a vault\nBut it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.\n\nOld lady judges, watch people in pairs\nLimited in sex, they dare\nTo push fake morals, insult and stare\nWhile money doesn't talk, it swears\nObscenity, who really cares\nPropaganda, all is phony.\n\nWhile them that defend what they cannot see\nWith a killer's pride, security\nIt blows the minds most bitterly\nFor them that think death's honesty\nWon't fall upon them naturally\nLife sometimes\nMust get lonely.\n\nMy eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards\nFalse gods, I scuff\nAt pettiness which plays so rough\nWalk upside-down inside handcuffs\nKick my legs to crash it off\nSay okay, I have had enough\nWhat else can you show me ?\n\nAnd if my thought-dreams could been seen\nThey'd probably put my head in a guillotine\nBut it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.