| Song | Lather |
| Artist | Jefferson Airplane |
| Album | The Essential Jefferson Airplane |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Slick |
| [00:09.86] | Lather was thirty years old today. |
| [00:13.42] | They took away all of his toys. |
| [00:16.72] | |
| [00:17.60] | His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, |
| [00:22.03] | About his old friends who'd stopped being boys. |
| [00:25.27] | |
| [00:26.65] | There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three, |
| [00:30.94] | His leather chair waits at the bank. |
| [00:34.56] | |
| [00:35.55] | And Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old, |
| [00:39.44] | |
| [00:40.06] | Commanding his very own tank. |
| [00:42.93] | |
| [00:44.49] | But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do, |
| [00:48.74] | To lie about nude in the sand, |
| [00:52.04] | |
| [00:53.10] | Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps |
| [00:57.53] | And thrashing the air with his hands. |
| [01:00.94] | |
| [01:04.49] | But wait, ol' Lather's productive, you know, |
| [01:08.36] | He produces the finest of sound, |
| [01:11.54] | |
| [01:12.60] | Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, |
| [01:17.22] | Snorting the best licks in town, |
| [01:21.48] | |
| [01:34.78] | But that's all over... |
| [01:36.46] | |
| [01:44.96] | Lather was thirty years old today |
| [01:48.02] | |
| [01:48.64] | And lather came foam from his tongue. |
| [01:52.01] | |
| [01:52.82] | He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly saying, |
| [01:57.32] | "Is it true that I'm no longer young?" |
| [02:00.75] | |
| [02:01.62] | And the children call him famous, |
| [02:06.05] | What the old men call insane. |
| [02:09.61] | |
| [02:10.48] | And sometimes, he's so nameless, |
| [02:14.73] | That he hardly knows what game to play, |
| [02:18.60] | |
| [02:19.16] | Which words to say. |
| [02:20.72] | |
| [02:21.53] | And I should have told him, 'No, you're not old.' |
| [02:25.79] | And I should have let him go on... smiling... babywide. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Slick |
| [00:09.86] | Lather was thirty years old today. |
| [00:13.42] | They took away all of his toys. |
| [00:16.72] | |
| [00:17.60] | His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, |
| [00:22.03] | About his old friends who' d stopped being boys. |
| [00:25.27] | |
| [00:26.65] | There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirtythree, |
| [00:30.94] | His leather chair waits at the bank. |
| [00:34.56] | |
| [00:35.55] | And Sergeant Dow Jones, twentyseven years old, |
| [00:39.44] | |
| [00:40.06] | Commanding his very own tank. |
| [00:42.93] | |
| [00:44.49] | But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do, |
| [00:48.74] | To lie about nude in the sand, |
| [00:52.04] | |
| [00:53.10] | Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps |
| [00:57.53] | And thrashing the air with his hands. |
| [01:00.94] | |
| [01:04.49] | But wait, ol' Lather' s productive, you know, |
| [01:08.36] | He produces the finest of sound, |
| [01:11.54] | |
| [01:12.60] | Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, |
| [01:17.22] | Snorting the best licks in town, |
| [01:21.48] | |
| [01:34.78] | But that' s all over... |
| [01:36.46] | |
| [01:44.96] | Lather was thirty years old today |
| [01:48.02] | |
| [01:48.64] | And lather came foam from his tongue. |
| [01:52.01] | |
| [01:52.82] | He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly saying, |
| [01:57.32] | " Is it true that I' m no longer young?" |
| [02:00.75] | |
| [02:01.62] | And the children call him famous, |
| [02:06.05] | What the old men call insane. |
| [02:09.61] | |
| [02:10.48] | And sometimes, he' s so nameless, |
| [02:14.73] | That he hardly knows what game to play, |
| [02:18.60] | |
| [02:19.16] | Which words to say. |
| [02:20.72] | |
| [02:21.53] | And I should have told him, ' No, you' re not old.' |
| [02:25.79] | And I should have let him go on... smiling... babywide. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Slick |
| [00:09.86] | Lather was thirty years old today. |
| [00:13.42] | They took away all of his toys. |
| [00:16.72] | |
| [00:17.60] | His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, |
| [00:22.03] | About his old friends who' d stopped being boys. |
| [00:25.27] | |
| [00:26.65] | There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirtythree, |
| [00:30.94] | His leather chair waits at the bank. |
| [00:34.56] | |
| [00:35.55] | And Sergeant Dow Jones, twentyseven years old, |
| [00:39.44] | |
| [00:40.06] | Commanding his very own tank. |
| [00:42.93] | |
| [00:44.49] | But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do, |
| [00:48.74] | To lie about nude in the sand, |
| [00:52.04] | |
| [00:53.10] | Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps |
| [00:57.53] | And thrashing the air with his hands. |
| [01:00.94] | |
| [01:04.49] | But wait, ol' Lather' s productive, you know, |
| [01:08.36] | He produces the finest of sound, |
| [01:11.54] | |
| [01:12.60] | Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, |
| [01:17.22] | Snorting the best licks in town, |
| [01:21.48] | |
| [01:34.78] | But that' s all over... |
| [01:36.46] | |
| [01:44.96] | Lather was thirty years old today |
| [01:48.02] | |
| [01:48.64] | And lather came foam from his tongue. |
| [01:52.01] | |
| [01:52.82] | He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly saying, |
| [01:57.32] | " Is it true that I' m no longer young?" |
| [02:00.75] | |
| [02:01.62] | And the children call him famous, |
| [02:06.05] | What the old men call insane. |
| [02:09.61] | |
| [02:10.48] | And sometimes, he' s so nameless, |
| [02:14.73] | That he hardly knows what game to play, |
| [02:18.60] | |
| [02:19.16] | Which words to say. |
| [02:20.72] | |
| [02:21.53] | And I should have told him, ' No, you' re not old.' |
| [02:25.79] | And I should have let him go on... smiling... babywide. |