Chords for Antar Blue "Chimes of Freedom" Byrds (cover)
Tempo:
123.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Em
D
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[C]
[Em] [D]
[C] [B] [D]
[G]
Far between [C] sundown's finish
[G] and midnight's broken [C] tone,
[G]
I ducked inside [Em] the doorway [D] for [G] thunder crashing.
[C] [G]
As the [C] jesticles of bolts [G] struck shadows in [C] the sound,
[G] Seeming to be [Bm] the [D] chimes of [G] freedom's blasts.
[E]
[D] Blashing for the warriors [G] whose [Em] strength is not [G] to fight,
[C] Blashing for the refugees [Em] on their unarmed road of [D] flight,
[G] And for each and every [C]
[G] underdog soldier [C] in the night.
[G] And we gazed upon the [D] chimes of [G] freedom's [C] blasting.
[G]
Through the [C] magnetic hammering [G] of the wild [C] ripping hill,
[G] The sky wracked its [C] palms in [G] naked [C] wonder.
[G]
At the clinging [C] of the church bells, [G] so far into [C] the night,
[G] Leaving only faults of [Bm] lightning [G] and the [C] thunder.
[G] [Em]
[D] Striking for the gentle,
[G] striking for the kind,
[A]
[C] Striking for the guardians [Em] and protectors of the [D] mind.
[G] And the poet and the [C] painter [Em] struck before [G] the rightful [C] time,
[G] And we gazed upon the [A] chimes of [G] freedom's blasting.
[C] [Em]
[D]
[C] [Em]
[C] [G]
Even though the clouds [C] wiped turning
[Em] in a [G] far off corner [C] flash,
[G] And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting,
Electric lights [C] still stuck like [Em] [G] arrows,
Lined before the [C] ones [G] content to drift,
Or else be kept from drifting in.
[Em] Calling for the searching [G] ones on their speechless [C] seeking [G] trail,
[C] Or the lonesome hearted lovers [Em] with two person of [D] a tale.
[G] And for each [C] unharmful [G] genosaur displaced inside [C] a tail,
[G]
And we gazed upon the chimes [A] of [G] freedom's blasting.
Starry-eyed [C] and laughing, as [G] I recall when we [C] were caught,
Shot [G] by no track of [Bm] ours, nor [D] their hang [G] suspended.
As we listened one [C] last time,
[Em] [G] and we watched with one [C] last look,
[G] Fell down and [Em] swallowed till the [G] toes turned empty.
[B] Calling [D] for the aching ones [G] whose wounds cannot be nursed,
[C] For their crown was confused, accused, refused,
[Em] Surrounded by words [E] and words.
[G] And for every [C] unloved person [G] in the whole wide [C] universe,
[G] And we gazed upon [Bm] the chimes [D] of [G] freedom's blasting.
[C] [G]
[C] [E]
[Em] [D]
[C] [E] [A]
[G] Satsang with Mooji
[N]
[C]
[Em] [D]
[C] [B] [D]
[G]
Far between [C] sundown's finish
[G] and midnight's broken [C] tone,
[G]
I ducked inside [Em] the doorway [D] for [G] thunder crashing.
[C] [G]
As the [C] jesticles of bolts [G] struck shadows in [C] the sound,
[G] Seeming to be [Bm] the [D] chimes of [G] freedom's blasts.
[E]
[D] Blashing for the warriors [G] whose [Em] strength is not [G] to fight,
[C] Blashing for the refugees [Em] on their unarmed road of [D] flight,
[G] And for each and every [C]
[G] underdog soldier [C] in the night.
[G] And we gazed upon the [D] chimes of [G] freedom's [C] blasting.
[G]
Through the [C] magnetic hammering [G] of the wild [C] ripping hill,
[G] The sky wracked its [C] palms in [G] naked [C] wonder.
[G]
At the clinging [C] of the church bells, [G] so far into [C] the night,
[G] Leaving only faults of [Bm] lightning [G] and the [C] thunder.
[G] [Em]
[D] Striking for the gentle,
[G] striking for the kind,
[A]
[C] Striking for the guardians [Em] and protectors of the [D] mind.
[G] And the poet and the [C] painter [Em] struck before [G] the rightful [C] time,
[G] And we gazed upon the [A] chimes of [G] freedom's blasting.
[C] [Em]
[D]
[C] [Em]
[C] [G]
Even though the clouds [C] wiped turning
[Em] in a [G] far off corner [C] flash,
[G] And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting,
Electric lights [C] still stuck like [Em] [G] arrows,
Lined before the [C] ones [G] content to drift,
Or else be kept from drifting in.
[Em] Calling for the searching [G] ones on their speechless [C] seeking [G] trail,
[C] Or the lonesome hearted lovers [Em] with two person of [D] a tale.
[G] And for each [C] unharmful [G] genosaur displaced inside [C] a tail,
[G]
And we gazed upon the chimes [A] of [G] freedom's blasting.
Starry-eyed [C] and laughing, as [G] I recall when we [C] were caught,
Shot [G] by no track of [Bm] ours, nor [D] their hang [G] suspended.
As we listened one [C] last time,
[Em] [G] and we watched with one [C] last look,
[G] Fell down and [Em] swallowed till the [G] toes turned empty.
[B] Calling [D] for the aching ones [G] whose wounds cannot be nursed,
[C] For their crown was confused, accused, refused,
[Em] Surrounded by words [E] and words.
[G] And for every [C] unloved person [G] in the whole wide [C] universe,
[G] And we gazed upon [Bm] the chimes [D] of [G] freedom's blasting.
[C] [G]
[C] [E]
[Em] [D]
[C] [E] [A]
[G] Satsang with Mooji
[N]
Key:
G
C
Em
D
Bm
G
C
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Far between _ [C] sundown's finish _
[G] and midnight's broken [C] _ tone,
[G] _
I ducked inside [Em] the doorway [D] for [G] thunder crashing.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
As the _ [C] jesticles of bolts _ [G] struck shadows in [C] the sound, _
[G] _ Seeming to be [Bm] the [D] chimes of [G] freedom's blasts.
_ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [D] Blashing for the warriors [G] whose [Em] strength is not [G] to fight, _ _
[C] _ Blashing for the refugees [Em] on their unarmed road of [D] flight, _
[G] And for each and every [C] _ _
[G] underdog soldier [C] in the night. _
[G] And we gazed upon the [D] chimes of [G] freedom's [C] blasting.
_ [G] _ _ _
Through the _ [C] magnetic _ hammering [G] of the wild [C] ripping hill, _
[G] The sky wracked its [C] palms in [G] naked [C] wonder.
_ [G] _ _ _
At the clinging [C] of the church bells, [G] so far into [C] the night, _
[G] Leaving only faults of [Bm] lightning [G] and the [C] thunder.
_ [G] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [D] Striking for the gentle, _
[G] _ striking for the kind,
[A] _
_ [C] Striking for the guardians [Em] and _ protectors of the [D] mind.
[G] And the poet and the [C] painter [Em] struck before [G] the rightful [C] time,
[G] And we gazed upon the [A] chimes of [G] freedom's blasting. _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Even though the clouds [C] wiped turning _
[Em] in a [G] far off corner [C] flash, _
[G] And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting, _ _ _ _ _
_ Electric lights [C] still stuck like [Em] [G] arrows,
Lined before the [C] ones _ [G] content to drift,
Or else be kept from drifting in. _ _ _
[Em] _ Calling for the searching [G] ones on their speechless [C] seeking [G] trail, _
[C] Or the lonesome hearted lovers [Em] with two person of [D] a tale. _
[G] And for each _ [C] unharmful _ [G] genosaur displaced _ inside [C] a tail,
[G] _
And we gazed upon the chimes [A] of [G] freedom's blasting. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Starry-eyed [C] and laughing, as [G] I recall when we [C] were caught,
Shot [G] by no track of [Bm] ours, nor [D] their hang [G] suspended. _ _ _ _ _
As we listened one [C] last time, _
[Em] [G] and we watched with one [C] last look, _
[G] _ Fell down and [Em] swallowed till the [G] toes turned empty. _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ Calling [D] for the aching ones [G] whose wounds cannot be nursed, _
[C] For their crown was confused, accused, refused,
[Em] _ Surrounded by words [E] and words. _
[G] And for every [C] unloved person [G] in the whole wide _ [C] universe, _
[G] And we gazed upon [Bm] the chimes [D] of [G] freedom's blasting.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [G] _ Satsang with Mooji _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Far between _ [C] sundown's finish _
[G] and midnight's broken [C] _ tone,
[G] _
I ducked inside [Em] the doorway [D] for [G] thunder crashing.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
As the _ [C] jesticles of bolts _ [G] struck shadows in [C] the sound, _
[G] _ Seeming to be [Bm] the [D] chimes of [G] freedom's blasts.
_ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [D] Blashing for the warriors [G] whose [Em] strength is not [G] to fight, _ _
[C] _ Blashing for the refugees [Em] on their unarmed road of [D] flight, _
[G] And for each and every [C] _ _
[G] underdog soldier [C] in the night. _
[G] And we gazed upon the [D] chimes of [G] freedom's [C] blasting.
_ [G] _ _ _
Through the _ [C] magnetic _ hammering [G] of the wild [C] ripping hill, _
[G] The sky wracked its [C] palms in [G] naked [C] wonder.
_ [G] _ _ _
At the clinging [C] of the church bells, [G] so far into [C] the night, _
[G] Leaving only faults of [Bm] lightning [G] and the [C] thunder.
_ [G] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [D] Striking for the gentle, _
[G] _ striking for the kind,
[A] _
_ [C] Striking for the guardians [Em] and _ protectors of the [D] mind.
[G] And the poet and the [C] painter [Em] struck before [G] the rightful [C] time,
[G] And we gazed upon the [A] chimes of [G] freedom's blasting. _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Even though the clouds [C] wiped turning _
[Em] in a [G] far off corner [C] flash, _
[G] And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting, _ _ _ _ _
_ Electric lights [C] still stuck like [Em] [G] arrows,
Lined before the [C] ones _ [G] content to drift,
Or else be kept from drifting in. _ _ _
[Em] _ Calling for the searching [G] ones on their speechless [C] seeking [G] trail, _
[C] Or the lonesome hearted lovers [Em] with two person of [D] a tale. _
[G] And for each _ [C] unharmful _ [G] genosaur displaced _ inside [C] a tail,
[G] _
And we gazed upon the chimes [A] of [G] freedom's blasting. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Starry-eyed [C] and laughing, as [G] I recall when we [C] were caught,
Shot [G] by no track of [Bm] ours, nor [D] their hang [G] suspended. _ _ _ _ _
As we listened one [C] last time, _
[Em] [G] and we watched with one [C] last look, _
[G] _ Fell down and [Em] swallowed till the [G] toes turned empty. _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ Calling [D] for the aching ones [G] whose wounds cannot be nursed, _
[C] For their crown was confused, accused, refused,
[Em] _ Surrounded by words [E] and words. _
[G] And for every [C] unloved person [G] in the whole wide _ [C] universe, _
[G] And we gazed upon [Bm] the chimes [D] of [G] freedom's blasting.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [G] _ Satsang with Mooji _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _