Chimes of Freedom

The mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail

Ever wonder what it must have been like to have heard these words before they had even been released on a record?

Far between the finished sundown (sic) and midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway as thunder went crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashin’
Flashin’ for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashin’ 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

Well, it would have been a lot like this.


The verses of that young man shall be studied by scholars and read by nightlight centuries after the rest of our time have faded from away from the pages of history.

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