L'argomento del giorno, su ogni tipo di media, è, giustamente, il 25° anniversario della caduta del Muro di Berlino uno dei più se non il più importante avvenimento della storia recente. Ho cercato un po' di canzoni a tema ma tra quelle proposte dai vari siti ho trovato tutte cose che ho già pubblicato tranne questa. La canzone è di Bob Dylan ed è del 1964. Si intitola "Chimes of freedom" e vi metto la versione con Joan Baez. Ma per quanto riguarda questo anniversario viene proposta ovunque quella che Bruce Springsteen ha cantato proprio a Berlino Est in un concerto del 1988, giusto un anno prima della caduta e vi metto anche questa. Buona domenica e buon ascolto!Chimes of freedom (Bob Dylan feat. Joan Baez)Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken tollWe ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashingAs majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the soundsSeeming to be the chimes of freedom flashingFlashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fightFlashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flightAn' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the nightAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watchedWith faces hidden while the walls were tighteningAs the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rainDissolved into the bells of the lightningTolling for the rebel, tolling for the rakeTolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsakedTolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stakeAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hailThe sky cracked its poems in naked wonderThat the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breezeLeaving only bells of lightning and its thunderStriking for the gentle, striking for the kindStriking for the guardians and protectors of the mindAn' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful timeAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled talesFor the disrobed faceless forms of no positionTolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughtsAll down in taken-for-granted situationsTolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the muteTolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostituteFor the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuitAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashedAn' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly liftingElectric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the onesCondemned to drift or else be kept from driftingTolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trailFor the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a taleAn' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jailAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caughtTrapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspendedAs we listened one last time an' we watched with one last lookSpellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling endedTolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursedFor the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worseAn' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universeAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
25 anni... senza muro
L'argomento del giorno, su ogni tipo di media, è, giustamente, il 25° anniversario della caduta del Muro di Berlino uno dei più se non il più importante avvenimento della storia recente. Ho cercato un po' di canzoni a tema ma tra quelle proposte dai vari siti ho trovato tutte cose che ho già pubblicato tranne questa. La canzone è di Bob Dylan ed è del 1964. Si intitola "Chimes of freedom" e vi metto la versione con Joan Baez. Ma per quanto riguarda questo anniversario viene proposta ovunque quella che Bruce Springsteen ha cantato proprio a Berlino Est in un concerto del 1988, giusto un anno prima della caduta e vi metto anche questa. Buona domenica e buon ascolto!Chimes of freedom (Bob Dylan feat. Joan Baez)Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken tollWe ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashingAs majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the soundsSeeming to be the chimes of freedom flashingFlashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fightFlashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flightAn' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the nightAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watchedWith faces hidden while the walls were tighteningAs the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rainDissolved into the bells of the lightningTolling for the rebel, tolling for the rakeTolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsakedTolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stakeAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hailThe sky cracked its poems in naked wonderThat the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breezeLeaving only bells of lightning and its thunderStriking for the gentle, striking for the kindStriking for the guardians and protectors of the mindAn' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful timeAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled talesFor the disrobed faceless forms of no positionTolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughtsAll down in taken-for-granted situationsTolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the muteTolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostituteFor the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuitAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashedAn' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly liftingElectric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the onesCondemned to drift or else be kept from driftingTolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trailFor the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a taleAn' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jailAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caughtTrapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspendedAs we listened one last time an' we watched with one last lookSpellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling endedTolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursedFor the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worseAn' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universeAn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing