miércoles, 9 de enero de 2008

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) ho-ho-ho... this is a funny song

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
Cultivate their flowers 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.

Bob Dylan - It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)


Ya he mencionado esta canción un par de veces en el blog, y particularmente esta versión, sin lugar a dudas la mejor. Me parece que, junto con A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall, es una de esas canciones omniabarcadoras en lo que respecta a la letra. El concierto entero, del año 65, lo pueden bajar aquí. Sería la última gira de Dylan tocando solo y con el público todavía aplaudiendo como loco.

En otra nota, estoy considerando seriamente irme a Buenos Aires para verlo. En caso afirmativo, no duden que cubriría mi viaje y el concierto con furia en este mismo espacio.

5 comentarios:

Matías y Danila dijo...

Ea ea! Venite a Buenos Aires! Lo que sí, la distribución del estadio es patética. Pusieron los vips sobre el campo adelante de el escenario. Por ende, si sacás general con acceso a campo te quedás de la mitad del campo hacia atrás obligatoriamente. Igualmente las entradas no están tan caras como la de otros espectaculos en estadio.

Saludos, espero que puedas venir =)

Danila.

Cosmo dijo...

Saludos.
¿Tendrás de casualidad el "I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One" de Yo La Tengo en buena calidad de audio?. Si es así, POR FAVOR, ponlo para bajar.
Buen blog
Adiós

Zimmerman dijo...

mmm, lo tengo en calidad de mp3 160. no es lo mejor que hay, pero si estás interesado igual avisa y lo subo. por lo general no subo nada en FLAC porque mi velocidad de subida es mala, y personalmente no me afecta mucho la diferencia.

saludos.

Syd dijo...

ya están en venta las entradas, la mejor es campo por $75, relativamente barato comparado con otros recitales en Argentina (Campo RS $165, Campo U2 $165, Campo Roger Waters $120) pero habrá que ver como es la distribuición con los campos "vip"...

Mario dijo...

Hola Zim, soy Mario de Lima. Ire al concierto de bob en buenos aires y ya tengo entrada. No tengo fecha de salida pero , si te parece, me gustaria conocerte y vernos para compartir esta experiecia. No dejes de ir. tengo por alli tambien a un arequipeño que me ha escrito e ira. seria bueno reunirnos antes. Yo conozco mu bien buenos aires y podria ayudarlos en lo que necesiten sobre vida cultural y musical.