Chimes of Freedom                            Deadstein
(Bob Dylan)

Far between the sundown's finish and midnights broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway thunder 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 of the unarmed road of flight
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the cities melted furnace unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless they are bound and damned forsaked
Tolling for the outcasts burning constantly at stake
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering and the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its farms in naked wonder
That 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 painter far behind his rightful time
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unravelled tales
For a disrobed faceless farms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down and taken for granted situations
Tolling for the deaf and blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw chained and cheated by pursuit
And we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though the cloud's white curtain in a far off corner flashed
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