I'm a liberal pagan living in West,Texas..yes that West,Texas

Saturday, November 04, 2006



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.

Copyright © 1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music


Brad said...

Hey, I just followed up on your Dylan comment on my site about why I find him a tad disconcerting as a "protest" singer.

Anonymous said...

Great song. That was part of the Easy Rider soundtrack.

Nit Wit said...

Why can't I remember the music that goes with this? I guess I'll have to do the Google.
Now if I can just remember where I put my aluminum foil hat so they don't steal my thoughts.

Anonymous said...

Just like us, an oldie but a goodie!

Anonymous said...

Bob Dylan sold out and therefore is a putz in my mind. He said he would never sell his music for commercials except he would do it for ladies underwear, which he did for Victoria's Secret, but he also added IPOD to that. This is the man who wrote Hwy 61. I lived close to Hyw 61 in Duluth, Minnesota. We used to take it to go the range to visit my sister who lived in Evelth, Minnesota. We called up north the Range.

Anyway have you ever read the words to that song?

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God says, "Out on Highway 61."

Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there's only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol' Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on Highway 61.

Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things
And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61.

Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren't right
My complexion she said is much too white
He said come here and step into the light he says hmm you're right
Let me tell the second mother this has been done
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61.

Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.

In his book that is the highway his dad took to Duluth to visit his grandma. He must have been bored with the ride.


BRAD:yeah, nancy's not a fan either..ha.
TOM: ohh i loved that movie..i took my sons to see it when they were like 8 and 7...they still think that was one of the coolest things their mom ever did. great soundtrack..
NITWIT:be sure to use heavy duty aluminum, that thin shit wont block anything ...
JUNEBUGG: There is something comforting about being an oldie and goodie..
NANCY: sorry you don't like Bob..my yankee girlfriend is the one that turned me back on to his music..I still am not disappointed..plus I think his son Jacob is hot and has a great voice.
if I had wrote a song about driving to my granddad's house it would just be like the one from asleep at the wheel..'miles and miles of texas..'...

Anonymous said...

I remember thinking back in the sixties that Dylan was a child of the times and would be just a novelty in the future. Now I'm amazed at how well his lyrics have stood the test of time and how kids listen to the old songs.

Big Pissy said...

I've never been a big Dylan fan myself...


Jan:yup and so many of the songs still apply to today's war..
Big pissy:..have you seen his son ? whooo doggie..