Year 1959 (MCMLIX) was a common year starting on Thursday (link will display the full calendar) of the Gregorian calendar.
He'd Brycreamed his hair and straightened his tie
When he walked out the dorr he'd kiss his mother goodbye
He's got the keys to his father's FJ
He's taking out Jenny it's their first date
He knocks on her door and he can hear his heart pound
Her father appears and looks him up and down
He said 'Jen won't be long so you'd better come in'
And he waits on the couch, flowers in his hand
CHORUS
There's been so many changes down through the years
There's been so many good things left behind
You can call me sentimental but I really wouldn't mind
If you wrap me up and send me back to 1959
They'd go to a dance JOK would be there
And she'd look so pretty ponytail in her hair
He plucked up the courage to take her hand in his
And there on her doorstep they stole their first kiss
CHORUS
They fell in love and they remember the night
When he nervously asked her would you be my bride
When they made thta promise 'till death do us parth
You know that they meant it straight from the heart
There's been so many changes down through the years
There's been so many good things left behind
You can call me sentimental but I really wouldn't mind
If you wrap me up and send me back to 1959
Cigarettes were a quarter then Bobby-socks and jeans were in
Elvis sang the songs that we loved so
And the most important thing to us was keeping gas in my old truck
So I could take us to the drive-in show
Then graduation finally came Uncle Sam called me away
You married someone else while I was gone
But I kept your letters all these years and I can't help but shed a tear
When I read the words you wrote me years ago
Baby I'm yours I'll love you always
I'm gonna stand by you until the end of time
Remember all of the good things that we shared together
Signed love Betty 1959
I never will forget the day when you and I went all the way
I was the first for you and you for me
I've still got the truck that we loved in it takes me back there now and then
Back to '59 in my memory
And baby I'm yours I'll love you always...
A supid singer sings a stupid song
He tries to tell you that the night is long
You know hes lying and you know hes fake
He order whiskey when you order steak
Nobody loves him but he dont care
He doesnt want to come home this year
And all he wanna do is bleed you dry
Spin you round until it makes you cry
He wanna take you back in time
Back to 1959
You could go to a drive-in
You could order an ice-cream
He wanna takke you back in time
Back to 1959
Caress you and hold you
Just like he told you
Just ike he told you
What do you think of when you go to sleep
Did you forget or not to brush your teeth
You know that people live inside your mouth
You know the earth it settles in the south
Your skin is soft - it feels so nice
You gotta friend in Jesus Christ
2000 years ago he died for you
You got a nail thru your adidas shoe
He wanna take you back in time....
Living as an angel in the
Place that I was born
Living on air
Living in heaven
Giving the lie down, the line
To the
There's my heaven
And I know
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
And the wind blows still
And the wind blows wild again
For a little child an never kill this clean
This way
And it feels like me today
Tell me
Do you feel the same?
Isabelle?
Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
...Do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
And the wind blows wild again
And the wind blows wild
In nineteen fifty-nine
In fifty-nine
Isabelle
Do you, do you fell the same?
Come with me
Like a little child
Like another gun
Like homeless, restless, known to none, like
Way beyond the line
Like it never was
In nineteen fifty-nine
"1959" - Floodland - Sisters of Mercy
By Andrew Eldritch
Copyright 1987 WEA Records LTD
Published by SBK Songs
Living as an angel in the
Place that I was born
Living on air
Living in heaven
Giving the lie down, the line
To the
There's my heaven
And I know
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
And the wind blows still
And the wind blows wild again
For a little child an never kill this clean
This way
And it feels like me today
Tell me
Do you feel the same?
Isabelle?
Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
...Do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
And the wind blows wild again
And the wind blows wild
In nineteen fifty-nine
In fifty-nine
Isabelle
Do you, do you fell the same?
Come with me
Like a little child
Like another gun
Like homeless, restless, known to none, like
Way beyond the line
Like it never was
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 1959
Wisdom was a teapot
Pouring from above
Desolation angels
Served it up with love
Igniting like every form of light
Then moved by bold design
Slid in that thing and it grew wings
In 1959
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 crying 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 1959
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In 1959
It was the best of times, it's the worst of times
In 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
Have you ever had one of those days when all the
questions stink,
so you just move on and the days gets long and sad, and
you wish
Living as an angel in the
Place that I was born
Living on air
Living in heaven
Giving the lie down, the line
To the
There's my heaven
And I know
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
And the wind blows still
And the wind blows wild again
For a little child an never kill this clean
This way
And it feels like me today
Tell me
Do you feel the same?
Isabelle?
Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
...Do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
And the wind blows wild again
And the wind blows wild
In nineteen fifty-nine
In fifty-nine
Isabelle
Do you, do you fell the same?
Come with me
Like a little child
Like another gun
Like homeless, restless, known to none, like
Way beyond the line
Like it never was
In nineteen fifty-nine