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 we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In 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' the poet an’ the painter far behind his rightful time
An' 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 an' blind, tolling for
the mute For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased 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 hang 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.
"Chimes of Freedom" by Bob Dylan is an arch-typical song from his rebellious period
It was written in 1964 and is influenced by the symbolist poetry of Arthur Rimbaud. Its subject muses over the unfairness of the treatment of downtrodden people, while citing the rumbling thunder as crying for them. Music critic Paul Williams calls "Chimes of Freedom" Dylan's Sermon on the Mount. (songfacts).
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