Steely Dan-Deacon Blues with Lyrics

To me, best version because it shows the lyrics; to me those lyrics are about coping with emotional pain and life in general with music and mood alterers, sung it to myself for half my life.
Steely Dan-Deacon Blues with Lyrics
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Published on May 23, 2009


Another Lyrics vid. . Plz comment and rate. I do not own this video in any way, all credit goes to Steely Dan.

Top Comments

blissfulwinnie | 2 years ago
I'm 20 years old and first discovered Steely Dan back when I was 14! Favorite group ever since then!

Randolph the frog & jack | 3 years ago (edited)
Donald Fagen is a master in the studio. I find I like to listen to he and Becker's music on a good set of earphones or buds to catch all the little percussion sounds filling the background. When Fagen finishes a tune there is no more room for sound left !

Cool Mikey | 1 year ago
I think Donald Fagen is a genius, musically, i mean. He just fell into time and place, where didn't get credit. Absolutely the best. Love Steely Dan.

Brian J. Carnevale | 1 year ago (edited)
So funny how Music holds memories you never forget! I recall being given this cassette from a Counselor at summer camp. I had a Panasonic cassette player, (equal to a smart- phone today). I recall playing this song over & over until I was told to loose the cassette player! They really dnt write songs like this anymore!

William Benner | 1 year ago
My all time fav Steely Dan, what memories, for I remember when won the Grammy for album of the year for "Asia". (Which this song is from). Wow, I am getting old!

Bob Bryans | 1 year ago (edited)
Wow....before making statements about song meanings, people should do some reading! This song has nothing to do with the Wake Forest Demon Deacons. It's about a suburban man in a bit of a midlife crisis. As Walter Fagen, the song's co-writer, said, think of a guy who is 31 and still living with his mom, and he decides it is once again time to get out there and pursue his dreams. Fagen said he and Walter Becker, the other co-writer, were making a comparison between winners and losers, and if the Alabama Crimson Tide were winners, a loser was someone who was blue (crimson vs blue). They used "deacon" because Deacon Jones was in the newspapers there in LA as a member of the Rams, and his name conveniently had two syllables (dea-con vs crim-son). Read "A Nation of a Song," by Marc Myers. Page 252.

Dewa Eryadi | 1 year ago
this song makes my 2$ speakers sounds fabulous and classy

Dualib | 2 years ago
Nerdwriter1 sent me here

Supreme Ali | 3 years ago
funkiest white boys I ever heard. :)

jeffw1267 | 1 year ago
Pretty easy to show that this song is a classic: Seven and a half minutes long and it's still too short.

David Allan Coe - You Never Even Called Me By My Name

This is the perfect country song and it's not just me who is saying so. Lots of people say so because it includes everything like getting drunk and pickup trucks and trains and moms and prisons and all that other country western living on the streets stuff. ("David Allan Coe - You Never Even Called Me By My Name" on

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

Please Note: This is the source for the quote "He not busy being born is busy dyin' "
It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
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Published on Apr 21, 2014


"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

As 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
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've got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it

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

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 eyes 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 forget
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 bow down to 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 living 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 tell 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 goals (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"

Top Comments

MsB - Springsteenfan | 1 year ago
Congratulations to Bob, awesome.....Bob deserves his Nobel Prize!!

Principled Uncertainty | 2 years ago
The greatest song ever written.

Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat | 1 year ago
My current obsession with this song is unhealthy

Gerd Moe-Behrens | 1 year ago
Congratulations - Nobel prize in literature - awesome!

TheGhost5600 | 1 year ago
How in the world did he remember all those lyrics?

Jumpin' JAKE Flash | 1 year ago
My favorite song by the greatest songwriter of all time.

Grant Neal | 1 year ago
Not sure why everyone likes to shit on Dylan's singing. He's got a great voice.

Jack Smith | 2 years ago
The good news; this is still a great song, The bad news; the shit is still going on.

Maria Pratiwi | 2 years ago
OMG.. that's very long lyric! you're so amazing Dylan

Conrad Conero | 1 year ago
A true genius. Congratulations on the well deserved Nobel Prize!

About Me

About Me - "He not busy being born is busy dyin' " - Bob Dylan
I'm de jure retired but de facto trying to get some professional projects off the ground; and I do some travelling.

I'm a THC only stoner 24-7-365 except for occasional one-week refocus stints of no mood altering substances. Being a stoner is a highly disciplined lifestyle because it's like you got the creative part of your mind going but for non-creative things like fixing stuff, you gotta be able to do it on autopilot. Thus if I'm stoned, I only do what I know I can do on autopilot and not new stuff. I'm also a writer-in-progress in the self-destructive way like Hemingway, Orwell, and Tesla because sometimes I learn things the hard way aka first hand voluntary experience living on the street -- and I say Tesla because he and I both had/have OCD and manic bordering but not crossing over into the psychotic -- for instance with him it was draw designs and make notes 24-7-365 with zero personal relationships; and for instance with me I took a lump sum ($72,000) from the USAF instead of retiring which would be like $3,000@mo now -- the reason was OCD and manic just like Tesla dropping his claims on AC power for his cause of spreading AC over DC (him against Thomas Edison; a manic but not OCD dude) and Tesla dying poor when he could have just renegotiated for one penny on the dollar and have mega comfortable money.

I presently live in Colorado Springs, Colorado USA, and love most of the folks and environment here. I wake up each day and:

1. Commit to being polite, helpful, and spiritual all day long unless someone tries to force something on me; then I resolve that and get back to being polite, helpful, and spiritual.

1.a. For instance in the song lyrics "It's Allright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)", Bob Dylan wrote "He not busy...", but I interpret his meaning as "He/She/Etcetera/It'sAllGood not busy..." because I indirectly know Bob because I'm about his age and I indirectly grew up with him via social networking -- except back then it was a social one way top -> down media that sometimes couldn't suppress genius such as Bob. Bob was

1.b. We homo sapiens as a species have now become the Global Village Marshall McLuhan and other futurists predicted long ago. McLuhan also said "The Media is the message." I interpret that as "The media is the connection" because now media is two-way.

2. Work on media projects, mostly researching and writing.

3. Exercise/Labor/Work.

4. Do overhead stuff (Housekeeping, repairing, shopping, etc.)

5. Do rest and relaxation stuff.

6. Note: The above five steps include jumping back-and-forth between steps and usually but not always starting them in order.

Now I have 5 websites and they overlap in subject but not too bad:
- Working on the memoirs of my Vietnam War Generation.
- Whatever war one's government has going on when one is of military conscription age marks one's generation, not bogus war memory hole labels like "baby-boomer", "millennial, gen x, etc.
- My stand-up comedy routine.
- The new URL has about another day to work it through the system.
- Presently it forwards to but in the future it will be stand-alone plus I can put screenplays there or samples of screenplays to contract to produce.
- Ditto above except short URL and because it's not ".com", it went through the system fast and works now and only cost $3 a year.
- About what has been and is going on in my life.
About economics, politics, bogus history, sheeple, etc.

My Crocodile Dundee Moment in Real Life (video)

In this video, Paul Hogan does it stand-up comedy version, but the real-life version sucks a lot more than stand-up (which I also do too, the name of my act is Have Viagra, Will Travel).
("Thats not a knife - Crocodile Dundee" clip on YouTube)
I'm on a farm and a gang banger with tattoos from his head to his toe including the tear-drop gets dropped off there to "give him a chance at a better life" or some such idiotic thing.
It's just me and him and the lady who comes by once a week to help keep the farmhouse straight.
The gang banger goes after her and I strap my rifle on my back and escort her to her car and she drives off.
The banger comes at me with switchblade pocket knives in his pockets *clearly* expecting to wrestle the rifle off my back. He gets within 5 (earlier I said 3 but I have calmed down a lot since then and I took the edges off some of my statements because I want to be polite) feet when I put my hand on my Bowie knife and he changes his mind but starts searching for that firearm somewhere on the farm that somebody forgot to put away. I run him off the property and the person who dropped him off tells me I handled the situation wrong.
I didn't know they considered the banger as part of their family and they knew him for twenty years but they never saw his banger side but I did and therefore for all practical purposes his is a banger because yes yes yes he has a banger as one of his personalities. He probably hears voices from a lifetime of huffing and shooting-up and sharing needles and whatever. He is A=A, not A=B as some say.
You can't make this stuff up.