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1959 |
(smith/shanahan)
(c)1997 druse music, inc./slea head music
(ascap)
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.
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It was blood, shining in the sun
First: freedom!
Speeding the american claim:
Freedom freedom freedom freedom!
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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.
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