歌曲 | It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) |
歌手 | Caetano Veloso |
专辑 | A Foreign Sound |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
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 | |
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 they 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 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 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 |
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 | |
Make everything from toy guns that spark | |
To fleshcolored 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 hundreddollar 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 they 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 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 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 headon with stuffed | |
Graveyards, false gods, I scuff | |
At pettiness which plays so rough | |
Walk upsidedown inside handcuffs | |
Kick my legs to crash it off | |
Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me? | |
And if my thoughtdreams could be seen | |
They' d probably put my head in a guillotine | |
But it' s alright, Ma, it' s life, and life only |
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 | |
Make everything from toy guns that spark | |
To fleshcolored 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 hundreddollar 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 they 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 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 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 headon with stuffed | |
Graveyards, false gods, I scuff | |
At pettiness which plays so rough | |
Walk upsidedown inside handcuffs | |
Kick my legs to crash it off | |
Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me? | |
And if my thoughtdreams could be seen | |
They' d probably put my head in a guillotine | |
But it' s alright, Ma, it' s life, and life only |