100 thoughts on “Bob Dylan – It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) (Audio)

  1. What amazes me is his photographic memory. Watch his live performances. Rarely does he fumble or screw up a line. And he does some very long songs with complex lyrical structure. Phenomenal.

  2. 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, 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 belong to

  3. At the school I went to everyone was expected to take their turn and read a passage from the Bible during the morning assembly. One day in January 1969 it was my turn and I went up to the lectern and instead of reading the allotted passage I read this. Amazingly the headteacher called me to his office and said that it was really good did I have anything else I would like to read.

  4. I stole a baby doll from two girls. Them and my dog chased me. My dog tripped me as I ran up a mountain. I can still hear my mother say to stay out on the porch. Don't bleed on the carpets. The worse a mother treats a little boy the more loyal to her he becomes.

  5. It's been more than 400 years since William Shakespeare passed, and we still haven't seen his equal. When Dylan leaves us, the world may have a similar wait for the next songwriter with his level of genius.

  6. I sincerely hope that all those who listen to this kind of music will do much more than posting platitudes to this music..get out there and make the change that these songs call for…take a stand…protest..and at the very least VOTE!

  7. Annette 🌹 My Boyfriend’s Back
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    Annette – Meetin At The Malt Shop
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  8. You should consider doing readings of some off your songs Mr. Dylan. Mine is amaturish https://youtu.be/dmzxcm3f0mU

  9. Tudo Bem, Mãe (Eu Só Estou Sangrando)

    Escuridão ao meio dia
    Cobre até o berço de ouro
    A faca feita a mão, o balão da criança
    Eclipsa ambos o sol e a lua
    Para entender que você sabe cedo demais
    Não há sentido em tentar

    Ameaças diretas, elas blefam com desprezo
    Anotações suicidas são rasgadas
    Do porta-voz do ouro dos tolos
    O chifre oco toca palavras desperdiçadas
    Provando
    Que ele não está ocupado nascendo
    Está ocupado morrendo

    A página da tentação voa para fora
    Você a segue, e se vê na guerra
    Veja cachoeiras que rugem pena
    Você pensa em gemer, mas como nunca antes
    Descobre
    Que seria apenas
    Mais uma pessoa chorando

    Então não tema se ouvir
    Um som estranho ao seus ouvidos
    Tudo bem, mãe, só estou suspirando

    Enquantos uns anunciam a vitória, outros caem
    Motivos particulares grandes ou pequenos
    Podem ser vistos nos olhos daqueles que chamam
    Para fazer tudo o que deve ser morto rastejar
    Enquanto outros dizem não odeie absolutamente nada
    Exceto o ódio

    Palavras desiludidas latem igual balas
    Enquantos deuses humanos miram em seus alvos
    Fizeram tudo desde armas de brinquedo que faíscam
    A Cristos cor-de-pele que brilham no escuro
    É fácil de ver sem olhar muito longe
    Que quase nada
    É realmente sagrado

    Enquanto os pregadores pregam sobre destinos malignos
    Os professores ensinam que o conhecimento espera
    Pode levar a pratos de cem dólares
    A bondade se esconde atrás de seus portões
    Mas até mesmo o presidente dos Estados Unidos
    Às vezes precisa
    Ficar pelado

    E mesmo que as regras da rua já foram apresentadas
    São apenas dos jogos das pessoas que você deve se esquivar
    E está tudo bem, mãe, eu consigo

    Anúncios publicitários te convencem
    A pensar que você é o único
    Que pode fazer o que nunca foi feito
    Vencer o que nunca foi vencido
    Enquanto isso a vida lá fora continua
    A sua volta

    Você se perde, você reaparece
    Você de repente descobre que não tem nada a temer
    Sozinho você fica em pé sem ninguém perto
    E uma voz trêmula e distante, confusa
    Faz com que seus ouvidos adormecidos ouçam
    Que alguém pensa
    Que eles realmente te encontraram

    Uma questão em seus nervos é acesa
    Mas ainda não há uma resposta que satisfaça
    Que garanta que você não desista
    Pra manter na sua cabeça e não esquecer
    Que não há ele ou ela ou eles ou aquilo
    Que você pertença

    Embora os mestres façam as regras
    Para os sábios e os tolos
    Eu não tenho nada, mãe, para ter expectativas

    Para aqueles que devem obedecer autoridade
    Que eles não respeitam de forma alguma
    Que desprezam os seus empregos, seus destinos
    Falam com inveja dos que são livres
    Que fazem o que fazem para ser
    Nada mais do que algo
    Em que eles investem

    Enquanto alguns batizados em princípios
    Aos estritos laços partidários
    Clubes sociais disfarçados descaradamente
    Os que estão fora eles podem criticar livremente
    Falam só a quem idolatrar
    E depois dizem Deus o abençoe

    Enquanto um canta com a língua pegando fogo
    Gargareja no coro da corrida de ratos
    Entortado pelos alicates da sociedade
    Não se preocupa em subir nem mais um pouco
    Mas prefere te arrastar para dentro do buraco
    Em que ele está

    Mas não quero ofender e nem culpar
    Qualquer um que viva num cofre
    Mas tudo bem, mãe, se eu não conseguir agradá-lo

    Velhas juízas observam pessoas em casais
    Limitadas em sexo, elas se atrevem
    A impor morais falsas, insultar e encarar
    Enquanto o dinheiro não fala, ele xinga
    Obscenidade, quem realmente se importa Propaganda política, tudo é falso

    Enquanto defendem o que não podem ver
    Com um orgulho de assassino, segurança
    Enchem as cabeças da forma mais amarga
    Para eles que pensam a honestidade da morte
    Não cairá sobre eles naturalmente
    A vida às vezes
    Deve ser solitária

    Meus olhos batem de frente com cemitérios lotados
    Deuses falsos, eu me arrasto
    A mesquinhez que joga tão duro
    Ando pra cima e pra baixo algemado
    Chutam minhas pernas para quebra-lás
    Digo okay, eu já tive o bastante
    O que mais você pode me mostrar?

    E se os meus sonhos pudessem ser vistos
    Eles provavelmente colocariam minha cabeça numa guilhotina
    Mas tudo bem, mãe, é a vida e a vida apena.

  10. "But even the President of the United States must sometimes have to stand naked."

    A terrible image has now been planted in my mind!

  11. And to think there were people critisizing his Nobel Prize award. I dare them to name 3 post-modernist poets of the same calliber as Dylan. They look down on him just because he was in the entertaining business and made folk and rocknroll music.

  12. The frightening thing is that it's just one of many many unbelievably fantastic songs, the man is simply up there with anyone you care to mention, Mozart, Beethoven, Shakespeare. He's a genius.

  13. Is it corrupt when a kliniek as delta do Abortus to people ? because someone see this and a dokter looking or hé wanne do Some thing and they lie aboiut people all so to hold the wrong people here

  14. I remember my buddy turning me on to this album in cassette form back in the late 80s. Good times. Great music. "It's alight Ma, I'm only bleeding" to which she'd answer, "Yeah, Ok that's good, as long as you're alright".

  15. My gosh if not at least another Shakespeare, one must blush and bow; bob dylan is a prophet of the english tongue !

  16. The Best song and not only in the West. "Even the president of the United State sometime must have to stand naked"` "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"

  17. Just remember this: He not busy being born is busy dying. Jimmy Carter was right in 1976 and anybody saying this in 2019 will still be right.

  18. As a kid I was told one day I would appreciate Bob Dylan. Took 40 years and a documentary on PBS to bring me round but that's ok it's all new to me! Really incredible stuff

  19. aw i wish the rest of the lyrics were there so i could finish reading as it plays, anyhow thanks for the vid and as much of the lyrics as the character limit allowed for. 👍

  20. Now I remember Frances, the girl downstairs and Joan Baez clone, who played the guitar and tried to make me see the evil being done in Vietnam. But I was too dumb, too naive, too fresh from military service to listen. Regrets? Hell, yes.

  21. This was a huge album for its time, but even so it's probably Dylan's most underappreciated collection of songs considering the outstanding quality.

  22. Let me get this straight. Don Trump is the Princess Bride . They're going to save him from Pelosi. He'll escape to Russia with billions of dollars so he can live there ( for a red hot second).

  23. It's a challenge to say:"this is the deepest of all Dylan songs" but this might be it. Love the line 'even the president […]must sometimes stand naked.' makes me think of the tale of the emperor's new clothes.

  24. 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
    Do what they do just 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

  25. Dylan himself says he doesn’t know where this and other songs of this era came from. Touched by The Divine Hand.

  26. This song has some heavy lyrics to give the listener something to think about. It inspires me to talk about a Native American Vision I believe speaks to me. The latest experience related to this Vision was a recent dream I had in where I was belly crawling across the floor while a full grown jaguar was riding on my back. I thought why is that stupid cat sitting on my back? After a while it hit me. I think maybe this Vision is preparing to attack, I'm not sure. I should pay close attention , there is an Invisible Army that follows me around and I believe it knows what it's doing. I'm in a serious conflict against a very powerful and dangerous Invisible Enemy. This Vision is real and for some reason this Vision believes in me. This Vision is my friend.

  27. The best part of being an English professor is having my students break apart each stanza and make sense of the language, rhyme scheme, and meaning. One of the reasons I chose to be an English teacher is to analyze literature, poetry, lyrics, syntax, writing, etc…

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