Letra 1959 de Patti Smith original

(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.