Текст песни Chimes of Freedom - Bob Dylan
Far
between
sundown's
finish
and
midnight's
broken
toll
We
ducked
inside
a
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
And
for
each
and
every
underdog
soldier
in
the
night
And
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,
they
abandoned
and
forsaked
Tolling
for
the
outcast,
burning
constantly
at
stake
And
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
As
the
clanging
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
And
the
poet
and
the
painter
far
behind
his
rightful
time
And
we
gazed
upon
the
chimes
of
freedom
flashin'
In
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
and
blind,
tolling
for
the
mute
For
the
mistreated,
mate-less
mother,
the
mis-titled
prostitute
For
the
misdemeanor
outlaw,
chained
and
cheated
by
pursuit
And
we
gazed
upon
the
chimes
of
freedom
flashing
Even
though
a
cloud's
white
curtain
in
a
far-off
corner
flared
And
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
driftin'
Tolling
for
the
searching
ones
on
their
speechless
seeking
trail
For
the
lonesome-hearted
lovers
with
too
personal
a
tale
And
for
each
unharmful,
gentle
soul
misplaced
inside
a
jail
And
we
gazed
upon
the
chimes
of
freedom
flashing
Starry-eyed
and
laughing
as
I
recall
when
we
were
caught
Trapped
by
no
track
of
hours
for
they
hang
suspended
As
we
listened
one
last
time
and
we
watched
with
one
last
look
Spellbound
and
swallowed
'til
the
tolling
ended
Tolling
for
the
aching
whose
wounds
cannot
be
nursed
For
the
countless
confused,
Accused,
misused,
strung-out
ones
and
worse
And
for
every
hung-up
person
in
the
whole
wide
universe
And
we
gazed
upon
the
chimes
of
freedom
flashin'
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