1959 lyrics

Artist  : Patti smith 
Song : 1959
 

  (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 world`s 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. 

         **************** 
        It was Blood, shining in the Sun; 
          First: Freedom! 
        Speeding the american claim: 
        Freedom; Freedom; Freedom; Freedom! 
         ****************** 

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, it`s [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.