Tonight I Feel So Weakâ
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Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken tollÂ
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashingÂ
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the soundsÂ
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashingÂ
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fightÂ
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flightÂ
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the nightÂ
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Â
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watchedÂ
With faces hidden while the walls were tighteningÂ
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rainÂ
Dissolved into the bells of the lightningÂ
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rakeÂ
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsakedÂ
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stakeÂ
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Â
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hailÂ
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonderÂ
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breezeÂ
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunderÂ
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kindÂ
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mindÂ
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful timeÂ
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Â
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled talesÂ
For the disrobed faceless forms of no positionÂ
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughtsÂ
All down in taken-for-granted situationsÂ
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the muteÂ
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostituteÂ
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuitÂ
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Â
Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashedÂ
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly liftingÂ
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the onesÂ
Condemned to drift or else be kept from driftingÂ
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trailÂ
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a taleÂ
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jailÂ
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Â
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caughtÂ
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspendedÂ
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last lookÂ
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling endedÂ
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursedÂ
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worseÂ
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universeÂ
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
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