#1
Ok i have got permission to post something like this awhile ago and have not gotten around to it so i thought i would put it up tonight while there was time. Basically the idea is to comprehend the lyrics put down, and then give your interpretation of it, what is good about them, what is bad about them, and what may have inspired them. The song i choose to do it It's Alright Ma by Bob Dylan. My review of what i think this song is about and such will be at the bottom of this post so that you can read the song before hearing my opinion and being manipulated by it.

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.

Alright well it is now time for my analysis:
most obviously i find this song to be about war just from the first paragraph, i assume this becuase the image that is placed in your head is one that is similar to that what it looks like after a site has been torn to pieces by bombs and such. Through out the entire song it seems to discuss to me things that cause war and the people who choose to go to war. It also discusses things to me which appear to represent the crusifiction(sp) of those who do not agree with the war, and represents the manipulation of the peoples mind to agree with the starters of the war. I enjoy this songs lyrical style becuase the words are written in a way that can be enjoyed or over analyzed so that you can just enjoy the song becuase of a steady beat, or listen to the lyrics and the story that is being told.

discuss.
#2
Hey man, this is execellent, but I'm going to stick it in the techniques forum here, just for the sake of defining the difference between critiquing a UG'ers work, and critiquing a musicians work.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
#3
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Hey man, this is execellent, but I'm going to stick it in the techniques forum here, just for the sake of defining the difference between critiquing a UG'ers work, and critiquing a musicians work.

alright i was thinking of posting it there to begin with but was unsure so i just posted it here.
#4
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.


This quote shows exactly what i feel about suicide. Only fools contemplate it. "Gold mouthpiece" shows worth in every life, and the quote also gives refuge to those contemplating suicide with "He not busy being born is busy dying."

I might read more into this later, hopefully this takes off. Good song choice
#5
I'd love to think it was about something, but it's dylan.

Just a bunch of great one-liners he's collected thrown in with some semi-unusual vocabulary.
#6
I'm gonna add this to the Lyrical Analysis thread if that is alright by you?
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.