Chimes of Freedom (live) Lyrics
| Song | Chimes of Freedom (live) |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Songs and Artists That Inspired Fahrenheit 9/11 |
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| Lyrics：Bob Dylan Music：Bob Dylan | |
| Well, far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll | |
| We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' | |
| As majestic bells of bolts 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 hanged 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) |
| Lyrics: Bob Dylan Music: Bob Dylan | |
| Well, far between sundown' s finish and midnight' s broken toll | |
| We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' | |
| As majestic bells of bolts 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 cloudlike 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 hanged 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 |
| Lyrics: Bob Dylan Music: Bob Dylan | |
| Well, far between sundown' s finish and midnight' s broken toll | |
| We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' | |
| As majestic bells of bolts 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 cloudlike 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 hanged 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 |
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