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

The Byrds

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    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
    Goodness hides behind its
    gates
    But even the president of
    the United States
    Sometimes must have
    To stand naked.

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    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 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
    to be
    Nothing more than
    something
    They invest in.

    While some on principles
    baptized
    To strict party platform
    ties
    Social clubs in drag
    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.

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    Composición: Túlio Mourão

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