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Bob Dylan - Live on Air, Volume One - It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
Live on Air, Volume One
Disc 1
01. (I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle
02. Conversation
03. Fixin’ to Die
04. Conversation
05. Smokestack Lightning
06. Conversation
07. Hard Travelin’
08. Conversation
09. The Death of Emmett Till
10. Conversation
11. Standing on the Highway
12. Conversation
13. Roll On, John
14. Conversation
15. Stealin’ Stealin’
16. Conversation
17. Makes a Long Time Man Feel Bad
18. Conversation
19. Baby Please Don’t Go
20. Conversation
21. Hard Times in New York Town
Disc 2
01. Handsome Molly
02. Omie Wise
03. Poor Lazarus
04. Mean Old Railroad
05. Acne
06. Sally Girl
07. The Girl I Left Behind
08. The Ballad of Donald White
09. The Death of Emmett Till
10. Blowin’ in the Wind
11. Baby Let Me Follow You Down
12. Talkin’ John Birch Society Paranoid Blues
13. The Death of Emmett Till
14. Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor
Disc 3
01. Farewell
02. A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
03. Bob Dylan’s Dream
04. Boots of Spanish Leather
05. John Brown
06. Who Killed Davy Moore
07. Blowin’ in the Wind
08. Tomorrow Is a Long Time
09. Masters of War
10. Bob Dylan’s Blues
Disc 4
01. Girl From the North Country
02. Only a Hobo
03. The Times They Are A-Changing
04. Talkin’ World War 3 Blues
05. The Ballad of Hattie Carroll
06. Girl From the North Country
07. A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
08. Restless Farewell
09. Blowin’ in the Wind
10. Man of Constant Sorrow
11. Ballad of Hollis Brown
12. The Ballad of Hattie Carroll
13. It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
14. It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
15. I Threw It All Away
16. Living the Blues
17. Girl From the North Country
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