It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) – Caetano Veloso – letras

Darkness at the breal of noonShodoes even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child’s balloonEclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soonThere is no sense in tryingPonted threats, they bluff with scomSuicide remarks are tornform the fool’s gold mouthpieceThe hollow horn plays wasted wordsProves to warnThat he’s not busy being bornHe’s busy dying Temptation’s page flies out the doorYou follow, find yourself at warWatch waterfalls of pity roarYou feel to moan but unlike beforeYou discover that you’d just beOne more person cryingSo don’t fear if you hearA foreign sound to your ear it’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighingAs some warn victory, some downfallPrivate reasons great or smallCan be seen in the eyes of those that callTo make all that should be killed to crawWhille ofthers say don’t hate nothing at all except hatredDisillusioned words like bullets barkAs human gods aim for their markMake everything from toy guns that sparkTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the darkIt’s easy to see without looking too farThat not much is really sacredWhile preachers preach of evil fatesTeachers teach that knowledge waitsCan lead to hundred-dollar platesGoodness hides behind its gatesBut even the president ofthe United StatesSometimes must haveTo stand nakedAn’ though the rules of the road have been lodgedIt’s only people’s games that you gotta lodgeAnd it’s alright, Ma, I can make itAdvertising signs that con youInto thinking you’re the oneThat can do what’s never been doneThat can win what’s never been wonMeantime life outside goes onAll around youYou lose yourself, you reappearYou suddenly find you got nothing to fearAlone you stand with nobody nearWhen a trernbling distant voice, unclearStarties your sleeping ears to hearThat somebody thinks they really found youA question in your nerves is litYet you know there is no asnwer to fit to satisfyEensure you not to quitTo keep it in your mind and not forgetThat it is not he or she or them or itThat you belong toAlthough the masters make the rulesFor the wise men and the foolsI got nothing, Ma, to live up toOld lady judges watch people in pairsLimited in sex, they dareTo push fake morals, insult and stareWhile money doesn’ttalk, it swearsObscenity, who really caresPropaganda, all is phonyWhile them that defend what they cannot seeWith a killer’s pride, securityIt blows the minds most bitterlyFo them that think death’s honestyWon’t fall upon them naturallyLife sometimesMust get lonelyMy eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyardsFalse dods, I scuff at pettiness which plays so roughWalk upside-down inside handcuffsKick my legs to crash it offsay okay, I’ve had enoughWhat else can you show me?And if my thought-dreams could be seenThey’d probably put my head in a guillotineBut it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only