Patti SMITH, elle aussi je l’ai découverte quelques années plus tard. Je me souviens de « Horses » ou « Gloria », durant les années lycée, l’esprit embrumé de volutes de fumée qui fait rire….
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Patti Smith
Ce titre est extrait de l’album : Peace and Noise
Année de sortie : 1997 | Label : Arista
Paroles 1959
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.