Paroles de 1959
Patti Smith50659
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'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; 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 Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
It was the best of times, it's the worst of times
In 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959.
It was the best of times; It was the worst of times.
Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
InterprètePatti Smith
LabelSMI
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