1959

1959 - Patti Smith (帕蒂·史密斯)

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

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