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Bob Dylan - The Real Bob Dylan - It's Alright Ma
The Real Bob Dylan
Disc 1
01. Talkin' New York
02. Song to Woody
03. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
04. The Times They Are A-Changing
05. With God on Our Side
06. Chimes of Freedom
07. Boots of Spanish Leather
08. Mr. Tambourine Man
09. It's Alright Ma
10. Like a Rolling Stone
11. I Want You
12. Positively Fourth Street
13. Down Along the Cove
14. All Along the Watchtower
15. I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
16. Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You
Disc 2
01. If Not for You
02. You Aint Goin' Nowhere
03. Forever Young
04. Watching the River Flow
05. Knockin' on Heaven's Door
06. On a Night Like This
07. The Mighty Quinn
08. Precious Angel
09. Tangled Up in Blue
10. Gotta Serve Somebody
11. One More Cup of Coffee
12. Changing of the Guards
13. Hurricane
14. Buckets of Rain
Disc 3
01. Silvio
02. Foot of Pride
03. Blind Willie McTell
04. Jokerman
05. Pressing On
06. Everything Is Broken
07. Series of Dreams
08. Most of the Time (alternate version)
09. The Groom's Still Waiting at the Altar
10. Every Grain of Sand
11. Sweetheart Like You
12. Brownsville Girl
13. Dignity (alternate version)
14. Dark Eyes
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
Can 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
Their not much is really sacred

While, preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to 100 dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

And all 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 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

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 jealousy 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 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