Patti Smith - 1959 lyrics

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