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Far between sundownand's finish anand' midnightand's broken toll
we ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
as majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
anand' for each anand' evand'ry underdog soldier in the night
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the cityand's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
with faces hidden while the walls were tightening
as the echo of the wedding bells before the blowinand' rain
dissolved into the bells of the lightning
tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
tolling for the luckless, the abandoned anand' forsaked
tolling for the outcast, burninand' constantly at stake
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
that the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
anand' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
for the disrobed faceless forms of no position
tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
all down in taken-for-granted situations
tolling for the deaf anand' blind, tolling for the mute
tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
for the misdemeanor outlaw, chased anand' cheated by pursuit
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloudand's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
anand' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
for the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
anand' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed anand' laughing as i recall when we were caught
trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
as we listened one last time anand' we watched with one last look
spellbound anand' swallowed and'til the tolling ended
tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
for the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones anand' worse
anand' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Bob Dylan
Chimes of freedom
Chimes of freedom
Far between sundownand's finish anand' midnightand's broken toll
we ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
as majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
anand' for each anand' evand'ry underdog soldier in the night
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the cityand's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
with faces hidden while the walls were tightening
as the echo of the wedding bells before the blowinand' rain
dissolved into the bells of the lightning
tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
tolling for the luckless, the abandoned anand' forsaked
tolling for the outcast, burninand' constantly at stake
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
that the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
anand' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
for the disrobed faceless forms of no position
tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
all down in taken-for-granted situations
tolling for the deaf anand' blind, tolling for the mute
tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
for the misdemeanor outlaw, chased anand' cheated by pursuit
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloudand's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
anand' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
for the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
anand' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed anand' laughing as i recall when we were caught
trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
as we listened one last time anand' we watched with one last look
spellbound anand' swallowed and'til the tolling ended
tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
for the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones anand' worse
anand' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
anand' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
