<object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL87kBq9aiE?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL87kBq9aiE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed></object> (Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan) Well, far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun; Sayin', it may be the chimes of freedom flashin' Flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight; Flashin' for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight. And for each and every underdog soldier in the night We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Well, in the city's melted furnace unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden here while the walls were tightenin' As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain; Dissolved into the wild bales of lightnin' Yeah, tollin' for the rebel, yeah, tollin' for the raked Tollin' for the luckless, the abandoned and forsaked. Yeah, tollin' for the outcasts burnin' constantly at stakes And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Oh yeah! (instrumental solo) And then through a cloud-like curtain in a far off corner flashed There's a hypnotic, splattered mist was slowly liftin' Well, electric light still struck like arrows Fired but for the ones condemned to drift or else be kept from driftin' Well, tollin' for the searching ones on this speechless, secret trail For the lonesome haunted lovers with too personal a tale. And for each young heart for each channeled soul misplaced inside a jail Yeah, we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Well, starry eyed and laughin' 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 "Has the tollin' ended?" Yeah, tollin' for the achin' ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless, confused, accused, misused strung out ones at worst. And for every hung out person in the whole wide universe We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Uh uh uh... (to end)
That is Bruce Springstein singing a Dylan song. My biased opinions: Dylan's okay - a nice conservative Jewish boy turned Christian, a master songwriter and very shy to involve himself in politics these days since any stand would alienate half his audience. In 1966, Roger (Jim) McGuinn & The Byrds performed the best version of this tune hands down. Chimes of Freedom Link: http://www.techtrek.com/Hold/Drumbo/Juke/The Byrds - Chimes Of Freedom.MP3 Bruce Springstein? He is a clueless commie choad imho. YMMV
CHIMES OF FREEDOM Bob Dylan's original 1964 lyrics http://www.techtrek.com/Hold/Drumbo/Juke/Dylan, Bob - Chimes of Freedom.mp3 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, the abandoned an' forsaked; Tolling for the outcast, burnin' 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. 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; And the poet and the painter far behind beyond his rightful time And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. 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, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute; For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an' cheated by pursuit And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flaired 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 drifting. 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 We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
I have the Byrds version on my facebook page, just though more people here would identify with Springstien.
No harm. no foul brother. The Bruce just rubs me the wrong way sometimes although Max Weinberg is one of my mentors. Gotta love the song despite the singer, so thanks. I fear the chimes of Freedom are fading - just an echo down the corridors of time these days. "We must hang together or assuredly we shall hang separately." - Benjamin Franklin
