Chimes of Freedom - Bob Dylan
    Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll

    We ducked inside the doorway as thunder went 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
    An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

    Through the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
    With faces hidden as the walls were tightening
    As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
    Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
    Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
    Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
    Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
    An' 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
    An' for the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time
    An' 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 an' blind, tolling for the mute
    For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
    For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an' cheated by pursuit
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

    Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flared
    An' 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
    An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

    Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
    Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
    As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
    Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
    Tolling for the aching, whose wounds cannot be nursed
    For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
    An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
     

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