| Song | Lather |
| Artist | Jefferson Airplane |
| Album | Crown Of Creation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
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| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Slick |
| [00:00.05] | Lather - Jefferson Airplane |
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| [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 |
| ti: Lather | |
| ar: Jefferson Airplane | |
| al: Crown Of Creation | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : 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 thirtythree |
| [00:31.01] | His leather chair waits at the bank |
| [00:34.03] | |
| [00:35.48] | And Sergeant Dow Jones twentyseven 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 |
| ti: Lather | |
| ar: Jefferson Airplane | |
| al: Crown Of Creation | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : 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 thirtythree |
| [00:31.01] | His leather chair waits at the bank |
| [00:34.03] | |
| [00:35.48] | And Sergeant Dow Jones twentyseven 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 |