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from the 1973 A&M album
"Everybody Likes Some Kind Of Music"
A&M AMLH 65326
Billy Preston: keyboards, bass guitar, vocals.
David Walker: guitar.
Dennis Coates: banjo.
Hubert Heard: keyboards.
Kenneth Luper: keyboards.
Paul Riser: string & horn arrangements
original song by Bob Dylan
from "Bringing It All Back Home"
Columbia Records, 1965
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
A handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Advertising signs they 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
Some win victories, 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
Temptation pages flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel the moan but unlike before
You'd just be one more
One more person crying.
Words work like bullets bark
While human gods aim for their marks
That make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-coloured Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
Not much is really sacred no more, no more.
Preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
While goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
It's alright Ma
It's alright Mama
I'm only trying
It's alright Mama, Mama
Oh Mama, Mama, Mama
Mama it's alright
It's alright, it's alright Mama ....