Song | Lather |
Artist | Jefferson Airplane |
Album | Crown Of Creation |
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[ar:Jefferson Airplane] | |
[al:Crown Of Creation] | |
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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 |