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Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As 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
An' 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 clouds's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
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 unharmfull, 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 hanged 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.
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As 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
An' 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 clouds's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
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 unharmfull, 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 hanged 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.
Campanas de libertad
Lejos entre
el final de la puesta del sol y el repiqueteo roto de la medianoche
nos metimos en el portal mientras
tañían estallando con estruendo
tañían estallando con estruendo
Como
majestuosas campanas de rayos golpearon las sombras en los sonidos
Parecían ser las campanadas de la libertad destellando
Destellando para los guerreros cuya fuerza no es luchar
Destellando para los refugiados en el inerme camino de la huida
y para cada
soldado desamparado en la noche
Y contemplamos las campanadas de libertad destellando
En el horno
derretido de la ciudad, inesperadamente vimos
Con caras
ocultas mientras las paredes se estrechaban
Como el eco
de las campanas nupciales antes de la intensa lluvia
Disolviéndose en
las campanas del rayo
Repiqueteando por el
rebelde, repiqueteando por el libertino
repiqueteando por los desventurados, a los abandonados y a los olvidados
repiqueteando por el paria, quemando constantemente en la hoguera
Y contemplamos las campanadas de libertad destellando.
A través del
loco martilleo místico del granizo desgarrador salvaje
El cielo
rompió sus poemas en una maravilla desnuda
Que el
aferramiento de las campanas de la iglesia sopló en la brisa
Dejando solo
campanas de un rayo y su trueno
Impactante
por lo gentil, sorprendente por el tipo
Golpeando a
los guardianes y protectores de la mente
Y el poeta y
el pintor por detrás del tiempo que le corresponde.
Y contemplamos las campanadas de libertad destellando.
En la
salvaje noche de la catedral, la lluvia desenredó los cuentos
Por las
formas sin rostro despojadas de ninguna posición
Repiqueteando por
las lenguas sin lugar para traer sus pensamientos
Todo en
situaciones dadas por perdidas
Repiqueteando por los sordos y ciegos, repiqueteando por los mudos
Por la
madre maltratada, sin pareja, la mal llamada prostituta
Por el
delincuente de delito menor, perseguido y engañado por la persecución
Y contemplamos las campanadas de libertad destellando.
Incluso una blanca cortina de nubes brilló en una esquina lejana
Y la neblina
salpicada de hipnosis se estaba levantando lentamente
y las hipnóticas manchas brumosas
se elevaron lentamente
la luz eléctrica todavía golpeaba como flechas,
se elevaron lentamente
la luz eléctrica todavía golpeaba como flechas,
encendida por los condenados a la inacción
o los que son retenidos en la corriente,
sonando por los buscadores,
en su muda búsqueda de pistas
por los amantes corazones solitarios,
con su historia muy personal
y por cada alma inocente y amableinmerecidamente entre rejas
Y contemplamos las campanadas de libertad destellando.
o los que son retenidos en la corriente,
sonando por los buscadores,
en su muda búsqueda de pistas
por los amantes corazones solitarios,
con su historia muy personal
y por cada alma inocente y amableinmerecidamente entre rejas
Y contemplamos las campanadas de libertad destellando.
Ingenuo y riendo recuerdo cuando
fuimos atrapados
No atrapados
por el paso de las horas colgadas en suspenso
Mientras
escuchamos por última vez y miramos con una última mirada
Hechizados y
"tragados" hasta que el repiqueteo terminó
Repicando por los doloridos cuyas heridas no pueden ser sanadas
Por los
innumerables confundidos, acusados, maltratados, pisoteados y peor
Y por cada
persona abrumada en todo el amplio universo
Y contemplamos
las campanadas de libertad brillando.
