Bob Dylan - Its alright ma, аккорды

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 Date: 15 Feb 1993 18:36:25 -0700 (MST)
 From: Paul Zimmerman 
 Subject: CRD: It's Allright Ma - Bob Dylan
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 IT'S ALLRIGHT MA
 Bob Dylan
  
  
 Darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon
 The hand made blade, the child's balloon exlipses 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
 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 allright ma, I'm only sighing
  
 As some warn victory, some downfall, private reasons great or small
 Can be seen in the eys of those that call
 To make all that shoulc 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, teacherrs teach that knowledge waits
 Can lead to hundred dollar plates, goodness hides behind its gates
 But even the president of the United States must sometimes have to stand naked
 And though the rules of the road have been lodged
 It's only people's games that you've got to dodge
 And it's allright 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 nver been won
 Meantime life outside goes on all around you
 You lose yourself, you reappear you suddenly find you've 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, ensure 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 beling to
 Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools
 I've got nothing ma, to live up to
  
 For them that must obey authority that they don 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 unprinciples baptize too strict party platform ties
 Social clubs in drag disguise, outsiders they can freely criticize
 Tell nothing except who to idolize and 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 holw that he's in
 But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault
 But it's allright ma, if I can't please him
  
 Old lady judges watch people in paird, limited in sex they dare
 To push fake morals, insultant stares 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 mind 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 goals, I scuff
 At pettiness which plays so rough, walk upside down inside handcuffs
 Kick my legs to crash it off, say OK I've 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 allright ma, it's life and life only
  
  
 Tune both 
E
 strings to D, capo on 2nd fret
  
 -2---- -00230 x4  ...break of noon
 0----- -00230 x4  ...silver spoon
 -3---- -00230 x4  ...child's balloon
 -2---- -00230 x4  ...sun and moon
 -1---- -00230 x4  ...know too soon
 0----- 000230  0------ 00230-00230  000233/55-33
 There's no sense in trying
  
 000230        202222      000230          020033
 So don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear
 0----- -0---- -2---- -0---- -02222       000230
 Its    all    right  ma         I'm only sighing
  
  
 Great song - Good luck with it!
  
 Peace, love, and soul,
 Paul Zimmerman