Song | It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Bringing It All Back Home |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
[00:16.84] | Darkness at the break of noon |
[00:17.06] | Shadows even the silver spoon |
[00:17.86] | The handmade blade, the child’s balloon |
[00:19.16] | Eclipses both the sun and moon |
[00:21.45] | To understand you know too soon |
[00:23.20] | There is no sense in trying |
[00:25.54] | |
[00:33.86] | Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn |
[00:38.48] | Suicide remarks are torn |
[00:38.72] | From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn |
[00:40.92] | Plays wasted words, proves to warn |
[00:43.01] | That he not busy being born is busy dying |
[00:46.22] | |
[00:56.20] | Temptation’s page flies out the door |
[00:59.48] | You follow, find yourself at war |
[01:00.43] | Watch waterfalls of pity roar |
[01:02.12] | You feel to moan but unlike before |
[01:04.76] | You discover that you’d just be one more |
[01:07.24] | Person crying |
[01:09.86] | |
[01:14.91] | So don’t fear if you hear |
[01:20.05] | A foreign sound to your ear |
[01:25.72] | It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing |
[01:29.63] | |
[01:44.70] | As some warn victory, some downfall |
[01:48.04] | Private reasons great or small |
[01:49.50] | Can be seen in the eyes of those that call |
[01:51.36] | To make all that should be killed to crawl |
[01:53.52] | While others say don’t hate nothing at all |
[01:55.37] | Except hatred |
[01:58.40] | |
[02:05.09] | Disillusioned words like bullets bark |
[02:08.19] | As human gods aim for their mark |
[02:09.84] | Make everything from toy guns that spark |
[02:13.90] | To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark |
[02:15.27] | It’s easy to see without looking too far |
[02:17.67] | That not much is really sacred |
[02:19.52] | |
[02:27.56] | While preachers preach of evil fates |
[02:31.09] | Teachers teach that knowledge waits |
[02:32.81] | Can lead to hundred-dollar plates |
[02:35.43] | Goodness hides behind its gates |
[02:37.47] | But even the president of the United States |
[02:38.75] | Sometimes must have to stand naked |
[02:41.09] | |
[02:48.63] | An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged |
[02:54.14] | It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge |
[03:00.04] | And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it |
[03:04.15] | |
[03:13.53] | Advertising signs they con |
[03:14.45] | You into thinking you’re the one |
[03:16.09] | That can do what’s never been done |
[03:18.53] | That can win what’s never been won |
[03:20.89] | Meantime life outside goes on |
[03:22.07] | All around you |
[03:24.83] | |
[03:31.94] | You lose yourself, you reappear |
[03:33.94] | You suddenly find you got nothing to fear |
[03:36.05] | Alone you stand with nobody near |
[03:38.64] | When a trembling distant voice, unclear |
[03:40.71] | Startles your sleeping ears to hear |
[03:42.75] | That somebody thinks they really found you |
[03:45.93] | |
[03:54.47] | A question in your nerves is lit |
[03:56.43] | Yet you know there is no answer fit |
[03:58.70] | To satisfy, insure you not to quit |
[04:01.49] | To keep it in your mind and not forget |
[04:03.21] | That it is not he or she or them or it |
[04:04.29] | That you belong to |
[04:08.42] | |
[04:14.82] | Although the masters make the rules |
[04:19.07] | For the wise men and the fools |
[04:22.74] | I got nothing, Ma, to live up to |
[04:26.88] | |
[04:40.09] | For them that must obey authority |
[04:43.07] | That they do not respect in any degree |
[04:46.43] | Who despise their jobs, their destinies |
[04:49.06] | Speak jealously of them that are free |
[04:50.88] | Cultivate their flowers to be |
[04:52.01] | Nothing more than something they invest in |
[04:54.53] | |
[05:00.45] | While some on principles baptized |
[05:03.15] | To strict party platform ties |
[05:05.36] | Social clubs in drag disguise |
[05:07.98] | Outsiders they can freely criticize |
[05:09.28] | Tell nothing except who to idolize |
[05:10.84] | And then say God bless him |
[05:14.29] | |
[05:20.18] | While one who sings with his tongue on fire |
[05:23.10] | Gargles in the rat race choir |
[05:25.80] | Bent out of shape from society’s pliers |
[05:27.84] | Cares not to come up any higher |
[05:29.92] | But rather get you down in the hole |
[05:30.83] | That he’s in |
[05:32.59] | |
[05:38.99] | But I mean no harm nor put fault |
[05:42.64] | On anyone that lives in a vault |
[05:47.31] | But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him |
[05:53.18] | |
[06:10.27] | Old lady judges watch people in pairs |
[06:10.51] | Limited in sex, they dare |
[06:10.67] | To push fake morals, insult and stare |
[06:12.27] | While money doesn’t talk, it swears |
[06:13.92] | Obscenity, who really cares |
[06:15.57] | Propaganda, all is phony |
[06:17.03] | |
[06:27.38] | While them that defend what they cannot see |
[06:31.63] | With a killer’s pride, security |
[06:32.90] | It blows the minds most bitterly |
[06:34.55] | For them that think death’s honesty |
[06:36.35] | Won’t fall upon them naturally |
[06:38.31] | Life sometimes must get lonely |
[06:39.46] | |
[06:49.81] | My eyes collide head-on with stuffed |
[06:51.99] | Graveyards, false gods, I scuff |
[06:54.83] | At pettiness which plays so rough |
[06:56.33] | Walk upside-down inside handcuffs |
[06:58.63] | Kick my legs to crash it off |
[07:00.80] | Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me? |
[07:03.83] | |
[07:10.03] | And if my thought-dreams could be seen |
[07:16.88] | They’d probably put my head in a guillotine |
[07:21.62] | But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
[00:16.84] | Darkness at the break of noon |
[00:17.06] | Shadows even the silver spoon |
[00:17.86] | The handmade blade, the child' s balloon |
[00:19.16] | Eclipses both the sun and moon |
[00:21.45] | To understand you know too soon |
[00:23.20] | There is no sense in trying |
[00:25.54] | |
[00:33.86] | Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn |
[00:38.48] | Suicide remarks are torn |
[00:38.72] | From the fool' s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn |
[00:40.92] | Plays wasted words, proves to warn |
[00:43.01] | That he not busy being born is busy dying |
[00:46.22] | |
[00:56.20] | Temptation' s page flies out the door |
[00:59.48] | You follow, find yourself at war |
[01:00.43] | Watch waterfalls of pity roar |
[01:02.12] | You feel to moan but unlike before |
[01:04.76] | You discover that you' d just be one more |
[01:07.24] | Person crying |
[01:09.86] | |
[01:14.91] | So don' t fear if you hear |
[01:20.05] | A foreign sound to your ear |
[01:25.72] | It' s alright, Ma, I' m only sighing |
[01:29.63] | |
[01:44.70] | As some warn victory, some downfall |
[01:48.04] | Private reasons great or small |
[01:49.50] | Can be seen in the eyes of those that call |
[01:51.36] | To make all that should be killed to crawl |
[01:53.52] | While others say don' t hate nothing at all |
[01:55.37] | Except hatred |
[01:58.40] | |
[02:05.09] | Disillusioned words like bullets bark |
[02:08.19] | As human gods aim for their mark |
[02:09.84] | Make everything from toy guns that spark |
[02:13.90] | To fleshcolored Christs that glow in the dark |
[02:15.27] | It' s easy to see without looking too far |
[02:17.67] | That not much is really sacred |
[02:19.52] | |
[02:27.56] | While preachers preach of evil fates |
[02:31.09] | Teachers teach that knowledge waits |
[02:32.81] | Can lead to hundreddollar plates |
[02:35.43] | Goodness hides behind its gates |
[02:37.47] | But even the president of the United States |
[02:38.75] | Sometimes must have to stand naked |
[02:41.09] | |
[02:48.63] | An' though the rules of the road have been lodged |
[02:54.14] | It' s only people' s games that you got to dodge |
[03:00.04] | And it' s alright, Ma, I can make it |
[03:04.15] | |
[03:13.53] | Advertising signs they con |
[03:14.45] | You into thinking you' re the one |
[03:16.09] | That can do what' s never been done |
[03:18.53] | That can win what' s never been won |
[03:20.89] | Meantime life outside goes on |
[03:22.07] | All around you |
[03:24.83] | |
[03:31.94] | You lose yourself, you reappear |
[03:33.94] | You suddenly find you got nothing to fear |
[03:36.05] | Alone you stand with nobody near |
[03:38.64] | When a trembling distant voice, unclear |
[03:40.71] | Startles your sleeping ears to hear |
[03:42.75] | That somebody thinks they really found you |
[03:45.93] | |
[03:54.47] | A question in your nerves is lit |
[03:56.43] | Yet you know there is no answer fit |
[03:58.70] | To satisfy, insure you not to quit |
[04:01.49] | To keep it in your mind and not forget |
[04:03.21] | That it is not he or she or them or it |
[04:04.29] | That you belong to |
[04:08.42] | |
[04:14.82] | Although the masters make the rules |
[04:19.07] | For the wise men and the fools |
[04:22.74] | I got nothing, Ma, to live up to |
[04:26.88] | |
[04:40.09] | For them that must obey authority |
[04:43.07] | That they do not respect in any degree |
[04:46.43] | Who despise their jobs, their destinies |
[04:49.06] | Speak jealously of them that are free |
[04:50.88] | Cultivate their flowers to be |
[04:52.01] | Nothing more than something they invest in |
[04:54.53] | |
[05:00.45] | While some on principles baptized |
[05:03.15] | To strict party platform ties |
[05:05.36] | Social clubs in drag disguise |
[05:07.98] | Outsiders they can freely criticize |
[05:09.28] | Tell nothing except who to idolize |
[05:10.84] | And then say God bless him |
[05:14.29] | |
[05:20.18] | While one who sings with his tongue on fire |
[05:23.10] | Gargles in the rat race choir |
[05:25.80] | Bent out of shape from society' s pliers |
[05:27.84] | Cares not to come up any higher |
[05:29.92] | But rather get you down in the hole |
[05:30.83] | That he' s in |
[05:32.59] | |
[05:38.99] | But I mean no harm nor put fault |
[05:42.64] | On anyone that lives in a vault |
[05:47.31] | But it' s alright, Ma, if I can' t please him |
[05:53.18] | |
[06:10.27] | Old lady judges watch people in pairs |
[06:10.51] | Limited in sex, they dare |
[06:10.67] | To push fake morals, insult and stare |
[06:12.27] | While money doesn' t talk, it swears |
[06:13.92] | Obscenity, who really cares |
[06:15.57] | Propaganda, all is phony |
[06:17.03] | |
[06:27.38] | While them that defend what they cannot see |
[06:31.63] | With a killer' s pride, security |
[06:32.90] | It blows the minds most bitterly |
[06:34.55] | For them that think death' s honesty |
[06:36.35] | Won' t fall upon them naturally |
[06:38.31] | Life sometimes must get lonely |
[06:39.46] | |
[06:49.81] | My eyes collide headon with stuffed |
[06:51.99] | Graveyards, false gods, I scuff |
[06:54.83] | At pettiness which plays so rough |
[06:56.33] | Walk upsidedown inside handcuffs |
[06:58.63] | Kick my legs to crash it off |
[07:00.80] | Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me? |
[07:03.83] | |
[07:10.03] | And if my thoughtdreams could be seen |
[07:16.88] | They' d probably put my head in a guillotine |
[07:21.62] | But it' s alright, Ma, it' s life, and life only |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
[00:16.84] | Darkness at the break of noon |
[00:17.06] | Shadows even the silver spoon |
[00:17.86] | The handmade blade, the child' s balloon |
[00:19.16] | Eclipses both the sun and moon |
[00:21.45] | To understand you know too soon |
[00:23.20] | There is no sense in trying |
[00:25.54] | |
[00:33.86] | Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn |
[00:38.48] | Suicide remarks are torn |
[00:38.72] | From the fool' s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn |
[00:40.92] | Plays wasted words, proves to warn |
[00:43.01] | That he not busy being born is busy dying |
[00:46.22] | |
[00:56.20] | Temptation' s page flies out the door |
[00:59.48] | You follow, find yourself at war |
[01:00.43] | Watch waterfalls of pity roar |
[01:02.12] | You feel to moan but unlike before |
[01:04.76] | You discover that you' d just be one more |
[01:07.24] | Person crying |
[01:09.86] | |
[01:14.91] | So don' t fear if you hear |
[01:20.05] | A foreign sound to your ear |
[01:25.72] | It' s alright, Ma, I' m only sighing |
[01:29.63] | |
[01:44.70] | As some warn victory, some downfall |
[01:48.04] | Private reasons great or small |
[01:49.50] | Can be seen in the eyes of those that call |
[01:51.36] | To make all that should be killed to crawl |
[01:53.52] | While others say don' t hate nothing at all |
[01:55.37] | Except hatred |
[01:58.40] | |
[02:05.09] | Disillusioned words like bullets bark |
[02:08.19] | As human gods aim for their mark |
[02:09.84] | Make everything from toy guns that spark |
[02:13.90] | To fleshcolored Christs that glow in the dark |
[02:15.27] | It' s easy to see without looking too far |
[02:17.67] | That not much is really sacred |
[02:19.52] | |
[02:27.56] | While preachers preach of evil fates |
[02:31.09] | Teachers teach that knowledge waits |
[02:32.81] | Can lead to hundreddollar plates |
[02:35.43] | Goodness hides behind its gates |
[02:37.47] | But even the president of the United States |
[02:38.75] | Sometimes must have to stand naked |
[02:41.09] | |
[02:48.63] | An' though the rules of the road have been lodged |
[02:54.14] | It' s only people' s games that you got to dodge |
[03:00.04] | And it' s alright, Ma, I can make it |
[03:04.15] | |
[03:13.53] | Advertising signs they con |
[03:14.45] | You into thinking you' re the one |
[03:16.09] | That can do what' s never been done |
[03:18.53] | That can win what' s never been won |
[03:20.89] | Meantime life outside goes on |
[03:22.07] | All around you |
[03:24.83] | |
[03:31.94] | You lose yourself, you reappear |
[03:33.94] | You suddenly find you got nothing to fear |
[03:36.05] | Alone you stand with nobody near |
[03:38.64] | When a trembling distant voice, unclear |
[03:40.71] | Startles your sleeping ears to hear |
[03:42.75] | That somebody thinks they really found you |
[03:45.93] | |
[03:54.47] | A question in your nerves is lit |
[03:56.43] | Yet you know there is no answer fit |
[03:58.70] | To satisfy, insure you not to quit |
[04:01.49] | To keep it in your mind and not forget |
[04:03.21] | That it is not he or she or them or it |
[04:04.29] | That you belong to |
[04:08.42] | |
[04:14.82] | Although the masters make the rules |
[04:19.07] | For the wise men and the fools |
[04:22.74] | I got nothing, Ma, to live up to |
[04:26.88] | |
[04:40.09] | For them that must obey authority |
[04:43.07] | That they do not respect in any degree |
[04:46.43] | Who despise their jobs, their destinies |
[04:49.06] | Speak jealously of them that are free |
[04:50.88] | Cultivate their flowers to be |
[04:52.01] | Nothing more than something they invest in |
[04:54.53] | |
[05:00.45] | While some on principles baptized |
[05:03.15] | To strict party platform ties |
[05:05.36] | Social clubs in drag disguise |
[05:07.98] | Outsiders they can freely criticize |
[05:09.28] | Tell nothing except who to idolize |
[05:10.84] | And then say God bless him |
[05:14.29] | |
[05:20.18] | While one who sings with his tongue on fire |
[05:23.10] | Gargles in the rat race choir |
[05:25.80] | Bent out of shape from society' s pliers |
[05:27.84] | Cares not to come up any higher |
[05:29.92] | But rather get you down in the hole |
[05:30.83] | That he' s in |
[05:32.59] | |
[05:38.99] | But I mean no harm nor put fault |
[05:42.64] | On anyone that lives in a vault |
[05:47.31] | But it' s alright, Ma, if I can' t please him |
[05:53.18] | |
[06:10.27] | Old lady judges watch people in pairs |
[06:10.51] | Limited in sex, they dare |
[06:10.67] | To push fake morals, insult and stare |
[06:12.27] | While money doesn' t talk, it swears |
[06:13.92] | Obscenity, who really cares |
[06:15.57] | Propaganda, all is phony |
[06:17.03] | |
[06:27.38] | While them that defend what they cannot see |
[06:31.63] | With a killer' s pride, security |
[06:32.90] | It blows the minds most bitterly |
[06:34.55] | For them that think death' s honesty |
[06:36.35] | Won' t fall upon them naturally |
[06:38.31] | Life sometimes must get lonely |
[06:39.46] | |
[06:49.81] | My eyes collide headon with stuffed |
[06:51.99] | Graveyards, false gods, I scuff |
[06:54.83] | At pettiness which plays so rough |
[06:56.33] | Walk upsidedown inside handcuffs |
[06:58.63] | Kick my legs to crash it off |
[07:00.80] | Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me? |
[07:03.83] | |
[07:10.03] | And if my thoughtdreams could be seen |
[07:16.88] | They' d probably put my head in a guillotine |
[07:21.62] | But it' s alright, Ma, it' s life, and life only |