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  • 作词 : Slick
    Lather - Jefferson Airplane

    Lather was thirty years old today
    They took away all of his toys

    His mother sent newspaper clippings to him
    About his old friends who'd stopped being boys

    There was Harwitz E Green just turned thirty-three
    His leather chair waits at the bank

    And Sergeant Dow Jones twenty-seven years old
    Commanding his very own tank

    But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do
    To lie about nude in the sand

    Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps

    And thrashing the air with his hands

    But wait ol' Lather's productive you know
    He produces the finest of sound

    Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose
    Snorting the best licks in town

    But that's all over

    Lather was thirty years old today
    And lather came foam from his tongue

    He looked at me eyes wide and plainly saying
    Is it true that I'm no longer young

    And the children call him famous
    What the old men call insane
    And sometimes he's so nameless
    That he hardly knows what game to play
    Which words to say
    And I should have told him
    No you're not old
    And I should have let him go on smiling babywide
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Slick
    [00:00.05]Lather - Jefferson Airplane
    [00:00.94]
    [00:09.26]Lather was thirty years old today
    [00:13.29]They took away all of his toys
    [00:16.84]
    [00:17.69]His mother sent newspaper clippings to him
    [00:21.93]About his old friends who'd stopped being boys
    [00:25.72]
    [00:26.43]There was Harwitz E Green just turned thirty-three
    [00:31.01]His leather chair waits at the bank
    [00:34.03]
    [00:35.48]And Sergeant Dow Jones twenty-seven years old
    [00:40.03]Commanding his very own tank
    [00:42.93]
    [00:44.32]But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do
    [00:48.69]To lie about nude in the sand
    [00:52.32]
    [00:53.04]Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps
    [00:56.93]
    [00:57.51]And thrashing the air with his hands
    [01:02.10]
    [01:04.31]But wait ol' Lather's productive you know
    [01:08.42]He produces the finest of sound
    [01:12.08]
    [01:12.69]Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose
    [01:17.27]Snorting the best licks in town
    [01:20.82]
    [01:34.48]But that's all over
    [01:38.65]
    [01:44.65]Lather was thirty years old today
    [01:48.63]And lather came foam from his tongue
    [01:51.98]
    [01:52.92]He looked at me eyes wide and plainly saying
    [01:57.10]Is it true that I'm no longer young
    [02:00.28]
    [02:01.61]And the children call him famous
    [02:05.98]What the old men call insane
    [02:10.36]And sometimes he's so nameless
    [02:14.70]That he hardly knows what game to play
    [02:18.99]Which words to say
    [02:21.24]And I should have told him
    [02:23.70]No you're not old
    [02:25.62]And I should have let him go on smiling babywide