The Times They Are a-Changin'

[Statalyzer]

Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
And you'd better start swimming or you'll like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't look to soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'

Come senators, congressmen, please head the call
Don't stand in the doorway don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The Sooners outside suckin'
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'

 

[OldHippie]

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

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
Boomer Sooner in 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
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
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

 

[Bevo Incognito]

Oh, where have you been, my toothless son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young idiot?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty Exxons
I've walked and I've crawled on six drunken coeds
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad drunkards
I've been out in front of a dozen dust storms
I've been ten thousand miles in trailer shitter
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard dust storm, gonna blow

 

[Statalyzer]

Every year ... about a 50% success rate.