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. |