[ti:Chimes of Freedom]
[ar:Bob Dylan]
[al:Another Side Of Bob Dylan]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:04.130] Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
[00:11.770] We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
[00:17.550] As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
[00:27.700] Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
[00:33.400] Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
[00:43.270] Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
[00:51.220] An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
[00:58.500] An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
[01:09.250] In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
[01:16.140] With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
[01:23.150] As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
[01:33.259] Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
[01:39.259] Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
[01:48.710] Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
[01:57.280] Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
[02:05.300] An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
[02:15.570] Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
[02:22.400] The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
[02:28.200] That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
[02:37.800] Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
[02:44.700] Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
[02:53.750] Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
[03:02.140] An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
[03:09.360] An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
[03:19.800] Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
[03:29.829] For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
[03:36.140] Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
[03:45.390] All down in taken-for-granted situations
[03:51.890] Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
[04:00.890] Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
[04:09.320] For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
[04:16.350] An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
[04:31.370] Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
[04:41.150] An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
[04:47.159] Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
[04:56.740] Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
[05:03.220] Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
[05:12.370] For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
[05:19.680] An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
[05:27.990] An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
[05:55.390] Starry-eyed an' laughing as i recall when we were caught
[06:04.420] Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
[06:11.110] As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
[06:20.140] Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
[06:26.780] Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
[06:35.900] For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
[06:44.310] An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
[06:51.890] An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.