paroles de chanson 1959 - Patti Smith

Listen to my story, got two tales to tell
One of fallen glory, one of vanity
The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine

'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In 1959

Wisdom was a teapot pouring from above
Desolation angels served it up with love
Ignitin' like every form of light
Then moved by bold design

Slide in that thing and it grew wings
In 1959

It was blue shining in the sun
First, freedom
Speeding the American claim
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom

China was the tempest, madness overflowed
Lama was a young man
And watched his world in flames
Taking Glory down by the edge of clouds
It was a cryin' 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 1959
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In 1959

It was the best of times, it's the worst of times
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
1959