BOB DYLAN - Chimes Of Freedom lyrics
rate meFar between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll<br>We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing<br>As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds<br>Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing<br>Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight<br>Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight<br>An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night<br>An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br>In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched<br>With faces hidden while the walls were tightening<br>As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain<br>Dissolved into the bells of the lightning<br>Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake<br>Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked<br>Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake<br>An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br>Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail<br>The sky cracked it's poems in naked wonder<br>That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze<br>Leaving only bells of lightning and it's thunder<br>Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind<br>Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind<br>An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time<br>An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br>Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales<br>For the disrobed faceless forms of no position<br>Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts<br>All down in taken-for-granted situations<br>Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute<br>Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute<br>For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit<br>An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br>Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed<br>An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting<br>Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones<br>Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting<br>Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail<br>For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale<br>An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail<br>An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.<br><br>Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught<br>Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended<br>As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look<br>Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended<br>Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed<br>For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse<br>An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe<br>An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
