Patti Smith - 1959 текст песни

(smith/shanahan)

(c)1997 druse music, inc./slea head music

(ascap)

Listen to my story. got two tales to tell.

One of fallen glory. one of vanity.

The worlds roof was raging, but we were looking fine;

cause we built that thing and it grew wings,

In nineteen-fifty-nine.

Wisdom was a teapot; pouring from above.

Desolation angels

Served it up with love.

Ignitin[g strife] like every form of light,

Then moved by bold design,

Slid in that thing and it grew wings,

In nineteen-fifty-nine.

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It was blood, shining in the sun;

First: freedom!

Speeding the american claim:

Freedom; freedom; freedom; freedom!

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China was the tempest; [and] madness overflowed.

[the] lama was a young man,

And [he] watched his world in flames.

Taking glory down by the edge of clouds;

It was a cryin[g] shame.

Another lost horizon. tibet the fallen star.

Wisdom and compassion crushed, in the land of shangri-la.

But in the land of the impala, honey, well,

We were lookin fine,

cause we built that thing and it grew wings;

In nineteen-fifty-nine.

cause we built that thing and it grew wings;

In nineteen-fifty-nine.

It was the best of times, its [was] the worst of times;

In 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959.

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.

[in] nineteen-fifty-nine.