The Byrds - "Chimes Of Freedom"

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Far between sundown’s finish and midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts, 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
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far off corner flashed
And 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

Starry eyed and laughing, as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
And we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed till the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, srung-out ones and worse
And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

TV 1965[endtext]

The Byrds - "Chimes Of Freedom"

The Byrds - "Turn, Turn, Turn"

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To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Videoclip 1966 (Song 1965)[endtext]

The Byrds - "Turn, Turn, Turn"

The Byrds - " All I Really Want To Do "

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I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you
Simplify you, classify you
Deny, defy, or crucify you
All I really want to do
Is baby be friends with you

No, I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you
Frighten you or tighten you
Drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really want to do
Is baby be friends with you

I don’t want to fake you out
Take or shake or forsake you out
I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me
See like me or be like me

I don’t want to meet your kin
Make you spin or do you in
Or select you or dissect you
Or inspect you or reject you
All I really want to do
Is baby be friends with you

TV 1965[endtext]

The Byrds - " All I Really Want To Do "

The Byrds - " I'll Feel A Whole Lot Better "

[postlink]http://modtube.blogspot.com/2011/02/byrds-ill-feel-whole-lot-better.html[/postlink]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KufRnYiBaVcendofvid[starttext]The reason why,
Oh, I can say,
I have to let you go, babe.
And right away.
After what you did
I can't stay on.
And I'll probably feel a whole lot better
When you're gone.

Baby, for a long time
You had me believe
That your love was all mine
And that's the way it would be.
But I didn't know
That you were putting me on.
And I'll probably feel a whole lot better
When you're gone.

Now, I've got to say
That it's not like before,
And I'm not gonna play
Your games any more.
After what you did
I can't stay on.
And I'll probably feel a whole lot better
When you're gone.
Oh, when you're gone.
Oh, when you're gone.
Oh, when you're gone.

TV 1965[endtext]

The Byrds - " I'll Feel A Whole Lot Better "