1959

Listen to my story. got two tales to tell.
One of fallen glory. one of vanity.
The worlds 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; 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, its 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.