| Song | It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) |
| Artist | Caetano Veloso |
| Album | A Foreign Sound |
| Download | 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 |