מילים לשיר 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
And we built that thing
And it grew wings
In 1959 Wisdom was a teapot
Pouring from above
Desolation angels
Served it up with love
Igniting strife every form of light
The moved by bold design
Slid in that thing
And it grew wings
In 1959 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 crying shame
Another lost horizon
Tibet the fallen star
Wisdom and compassion
Crushed the Land of Shangrila
But in the land of the impala honey
We were looking 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 was the worst of times
In 1959.