This is a tough song to cover. When I first heard the song, it was being performed at a High School talent show. I recall noting what a challenging mouthful the lyrics had to have been for the young Folk musician performing the song that evening. Roger McGuinn does such a fine cover, it is my preferred version for listening.
@@gkarjala For some reason the soundtrack I had here in the UK didn't have this song on it. Not sure if it was a copyright issue. Glad to be able to listen to it now.
@@TibetanFox68 Im surprised at that Mark. I've got the original vinyl version and it's on that. I actually bought the album so I could have this track. When I first watched Easy Rider at the cinema this track blew me away.
@@TibetanFox68 Years ago, I recall reading that there was some kind of intellectual property matter to do with the song, and/or recordings of it, that was a hurdle.
The Dylan lines "For them Who must respect authority That they do not respect in any degree Who dispise their jobs their destiny Speak jealously of them that are free Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in " Coupled with Jack Nicholson's comment "What you represent to them is freedom " is the gist of the entire movie....Very few people are truly free!
@@SkeligMichael But talkin’ about it and bein’ it, that’s two different things. I mean, it’s real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace. Of course, don’t ever tell anybody that they’re not free, ’cause then they’re gonna get real busy killin’ and maimin’ to prove to you that they are. Oh, yeah, they’re gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom. But they see a free individual, it’s gonna scare ’em.
Partly. Detest edited, shortened, "sawn off" versions of things, it's like showing the Mona Lisa with a corner sawn off, or a Bible with a few books done away with here and there.
@@repentorperish1405 well I gotta say budd, I've just discovered the song, bob dylan version is raw, it's his song so.. it is as epic as it gets. I'm listening to other versions I ended up here, in my opinion this come second, epic in its own way, fast and driven, dylan version is an epic poetic and cinematic, and this is more like a folky approach and it's good, veery good actually.
I deeply love songs that made me feel like I'm at somewhere other than where I am right now and this song made me feel like I'm in an old american movie
I watched Easy Rider this afternoon for the 30th time and shed a tear for the 30th time at the end. Too sad ! Great song in a great film. God bless you Peter and Dennis. Welcome to the Time Machine….
funny... 🤔 after watching the Arkansas Attorney General talk about protecting her state against "the ACLU, Planned Parenthood and the likes of the radical left" I wondered for a moment "where have I seen this before?" and watched the end of Easy Rider a couple times. Knew that wasn't Dylan, and came here. Glad to see someone else with a similar connection.
Makes it sound both easy & very decent indeed. A brilliant individual who was doing the counter culture thing before it even started. The documentary "Echo In The Canyon" is well worth a watch. Thanks for the great upload ♥
Wow! At the end of this recording, what you hear is from the 1969 movie, Easy Rider. Peter Fonda's character on his Captain America chopper is being shotgun blasted by a pair of Southern crackers in their pickup truck, and then the blasted & ruptured gas tank with the Captain America chopper blowing up. Roger McGuinn's "It's Alright, Ma", to it's 1st chorus, is the music heard leading in to that tragic ending of the film.
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.
I thought this was the version on the soundtrack. I know there have been live versions but this, I think, is the one from the soundtrack release, complete with crash FX at the end.
I have always found myself wondering why this generations musicians had such a maturity. Songs like this were written by people who were mostly teenagers, certainly under 25. Dylan more than most but also the Beatles, Paul Simon and many others were, I suppose, born with "Old souls."
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True in 69 true in 2018 , the more things change the more they stay the same. Well done roger peace man. I wonder if his majesty trump. Has ever listin to this?
IT'S Fryday the 16th, 2024 of February, Dear Mom, Don't worry right now IT'S my left Thigh bone. IT'S gotta name but no Cure. It's my RIGHT Eye Mom. Your's Always in TRINITY. P.J.
For me, this is the definitive version. I heard Roger do it first and when I heard Dylan's I didn't like it although I enjoy Dylan's work and appreciate the genius of his craft..
I'm a fan of The Byrds and McGuinn, but this version isn't close to being as good as Dylan's. Venom oozes from Bob's voice as he spits out the lyrics, and the instrumentation is so spare that you can feel the writer's frustration.
No matter what you think of this version the Byrds, and the members would not have had much going for them if not for Dylan. They covered a lot of his songs. And that is true of other musicians as well- many have covered Dylan. I prefer Dylan's original version best myself. His guitar playing is superb.
Let's hear you do better Marta, be successful at it and influence future artists. Isn't it a pity you can't even grasp the depth of your own ignorance and spelling??
