Текст песни Chimes of Freedom (Live) - 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 
                                                ours 
                                                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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The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (A Martin Scorsese Picture)                                
                                
                                    
                         дата релиза
 30-08-2005
                            1 Blowin' In the Wind (Live)
2 When I Got Troubles
3 Rambler, Gambler
4 This Land Is Your Land (Live)
5 Song to Woody
6 Dink's Song
7 I Was Young When I Left Home
8 Sally Gal - Alternate Take
9 Don't Think Twice, It's All Right - Demo
10 Man of Constant Sorrow (Live)
11 Masters of War (Live)
12 A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall (Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975)
13 When the Ship Comes In (Live)
14 Mr. Tambourine Man - Alternate Take
15 Chimes of Freedom (Live)
16 It's All over Now, Baby Blue - Alternate Take
17 She Belongs to Me - Alternate Take
18 Maggie's Farm - Live at Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI - July 1965
19 It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry - Alternate Take
20 Tombstone Blues - Alternate Take
21 Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues - Alternate Take
22 Desolation Row - Alternate Take
23 Highway 61 Revisited - Alternate Take
24 Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat - Alternate Take
25 Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again - Alternate Take
26 Visions of Johanna - Alternate Take
27 Ballad of a Thin Man (Live)
28 Like a Rolling Stone - Live at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY - November 1994
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