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Disc 1
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01.
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The Times They Are A‐Changin’
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02.
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Talking World War III Blues
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03.
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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
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04.
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A Hard Rain’s A‐Gonna Fall
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05.
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Restless Farewell
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06.
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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
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07.
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Bob and Eric Blues #1
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08.
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Black Betty
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09.
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Come All You Fair and Tender Ladies
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10.
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Florida Woman
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11.
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Johnny Cuckoo
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Disc 2
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01.
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Money Honey
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02.
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More and More
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03.
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Mr. Tambourine Man
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04.
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Suzie Q
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05.
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Harmonica Duet
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06.
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Glory Glory
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07.
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Dr. Stangelove Blues
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08.
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Stoned on the Mountain
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09.
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Stoned on the Mountain
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10.
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Walkin’ Down the Line
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11.
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Joshua Gone Barbados
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12.
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With God on Our Side
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13.
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Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
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Disc 3
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01.
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The Times They Are A‐Changin’
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02.
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Girl From the North Country
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03.
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Who Killed Davey Moore?
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04.
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Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues
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05.
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Ballad of Hollis Brown
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06.
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It Ain’t Me, Babe
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07.
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Walls of Red Wing
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08.
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Chimes of Freedom
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09.
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Mr. Tambourine Man
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10.
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Eternal Circle
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Disc 4
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01.
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A Hard Rain’s A‐Gonna Fall
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02.
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Talkin’ World War III Blues
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03.
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Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
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04.
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Only a Pawn in Their Game
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05.
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With God on Our Side
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06.
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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
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07.
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Restless Farewell
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08.
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When the Ship Comes In
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Disc 5
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01.
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Denise
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02.
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It Ain’t Me, Babe (take 1)
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03.
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Spanish Harlem Incident (take 2)
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04.
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Spanish Harlem Incident (take 3)
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05.
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Ballad in Plain D (take 2)
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06.
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I Don’t Believe You (take 1)
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07.
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I Don’t Believe You (take 3)
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08.
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Chimes of Freedom (take 1)
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09.
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Chimes of Freedom (take 3)
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10.
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Mr. Tambourine Man (take 1)
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11.
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Black Crow Blues (take 1)
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12.
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Black Crow Blues (take 2)
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13.
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I Shall Be Free No. 10 (take 1)
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14.
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I Shall Be Free No. 10 (take 2)
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15.
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I Shall Be Free No. 10 (take 3)
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16.
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I Shall Be Free No. 10 (take 4)
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Disc 6
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01.
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It Ain’t Me, Babe
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02.
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All I Really Want to Do
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03.
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To Ramona
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04.
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Mama, You Been on My Mind
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05.
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It Ain’t Me, Babe
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06.
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With God on Our Side
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07.
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The Times They Are A‐Changin’
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08.
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Girl From the North Country
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09.
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Who Killed Davey Moore?
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10.
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Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues
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11.
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To Ramona
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12.
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Ballad of Hollis Brown
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Disc 7
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01.
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Chimes of Freedom
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02.
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I Don’t Believe You
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03.
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It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
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04.
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Mr. Tambourine Man
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05.
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Talkin’ World War III Blues
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06.
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A Hard Rain’s A‐Gonna Fall
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07.
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Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
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Disc 8
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01.
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Only a Pawn in Their Game
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02.
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With God on Our Side
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03.
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It Ain’t Me, Babe
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04.
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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
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05.
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All I Really Want to Do
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06.
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Gates of Eden
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07.
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If You Gotta Go, Go Now
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08.
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It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
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09.
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Talkin’ World War III Blues
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10.
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Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
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11.
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Mama, You Been on My Mind
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Disc 9
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01.
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The Times They Are A‐changin’
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02.
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Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues
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03.
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To Ramona
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04.
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Gates of Eden
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05.
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If You Gotta Go, Go Now
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06.
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It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
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07.
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Mr. Tambourine Man
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08.
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A Hard Rain’s A‐Gonna Fall
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09.
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Talkin’ World War III Blues
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10.
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Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
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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 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
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