Song | Lather |
Artist | Jefferson Airplane |
Album | The Best Of |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Slick |
[00:09.23] | Lather was thirty years old today |
[00:15.53] | They took away all of his toys |
[00:17.66] | His mother sent newspaper clippings to him |
[00:21.84] | About his old friends who'd stopped being boys |
[00:26.59] | There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three |
[00:31.02] | His leather chair waits at the bank |
[00:34.45] | |
[00:35.58] | And Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old |
[00:40.07] | Commanding his very own tank |
[00:43.00] | |
[00:44.51] | But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do |
[00:48.95] | To lie about nude in the sand |
[00:52.50] | |
[00:53.06] | Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps |
[00:57.64] | And thrashing the air with his hands |
[01:03.56] | |
[01:04.63] | But wait, oh Lather's productive you know |
[01:08.32] | |
[01:08.88] | He produces the finest of sound |
[01:11.87] | |
[01:12.94] | Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose |
[01:17.62] | Snorting the best licks in town |
[01:22.18] | |
[01:34.78] | But that's all over... |
[01:39.15] | |
[01:44.75] | Lather was thirty years old today |
[01:48.57] | And Lather came foam from his tongue |
[01:53.13] | He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said |
[01:57.45] | Is it true that I'm no longer young? |
[02:01.82] | And the children call him famous |
[02:06.12] | What the old men call insane |
[02:09.75] | |
[02:10.69] | And sometimes he's so nameless |
[02:15.93] | That he hardly knows which game to play |
[02:19.30] | Which words to say |
[02:21.92] | And I should have told him, "no, you're not old" |
[02:25.91] | And I should have let him go on smiling baby wide |
[02:36.84] |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Slick |
[00:09.23] | Lather was thirty years old today |
[00:15.53] | They took away all of his toys |
[00:17.66] | His mother sent newspaper clippings to him |
[00:21.84] | About his old friends who' d stopped being boys |
[00:26.59] | There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirtythree |
[00:31.02] | His leather chair waits at the bank |
[00:34.45] | |
[00:35.58] | And Sergeant Dow Jones, twentyseven years old |
[00:40.07] | Commanding his very own tank |
[00:43.00] | |
[00:44.51] | But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do |
[00:48.95] | To lie about nude in the sand |
[00:52.50] | |
[00:53.06] | Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps |
[00:57.64] | And thrashing the air with his hands |
[01:03.56] | |
[01:04.63] | But wait, oh Lather' s productive you know |
[01:08.32] | |
[01:08.88] | He produces the finest of sound |
[01:11.87] | |
[01:12.94] | Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose |
[01:17.62] | Snorting the best licks in town |
[01:22.18] | |
[01:34.78] | But that' s all over... |
[01:39.15] | |
[01:44.75] | Lather was thirty years old today |
[01:48.57] | And Lather came foam from his tongue |
[01:53.13] | He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said |
[01:57.45] | Is it true that I' m no longer young? |
[02:01.82] | And the children call him famous |
[02:06.12] | What the old men call insane |
[02:09.75] | |
[02:10.69] | And sometimes he' s so nameless |
[02:15.93] | That he hardly knows which game to play |
[02:19.30] | Which words to say |
[02:21.92] | And I should have told him, no, you' re not old |
[02:25.91] | And I should have let him go on smiling baby wide |
[02:36.84] |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Slick |
[00:09.23] | Lather was thirty years old today |
[00:15.53] | They took away all of his toys |
[00:17.66] | His mother sent newspaper clippings to him |
[00:21.84] | About his old friends who' d stopped being boys |
[00:26.59] | There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirtythree |
[00:31.02] | His leather chair waits at the bank |
[00:34.45] | |
[00:35.58] | And Sergeant Dow Jones, twentyseven years old |
[00:40.07] | Commanding his very own tank |
[00:43.00] | |
[00:44.51] | But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do |
[00:48.95] | To lie about nude in the sand |
[00:52.50] | |
[00:53.06] | Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps |
[00:57.64] | And thrashing the air with his hands |
[01:03.56] | |
[01:04.63] | But wait, oh Lather' s productive you know |
[01:08.32] | |
[01:08.88] | He produces the finest of sound |
[01:11.87] | |
[01:12.94] | Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose |
[01:17.62] | Snorting the best licks in town |
[01:22.18] | |
[01:34.78] | But that' s all over... |
[01:39.15] | |
[01:44.75] | Lather was thirty years old today |
[01:48.57] | And Lather came foam from his tongue |
[01:53.13] | He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said |
[01:57.45] | Is it true that I' m no longer young? |
[02:01.82] | And the children call him famous |
[02:06.12] | What the old men call insane |
[02:09.75] | |
[02:10.69] | And sometimes he' s so nameless |
[02:15.93] | That he hardly knows which game to play |
[02:19.30] | Which words to say |
[02:21.92] | And I should have told him, no, you' re not old |
[02:25.91] | And I should have let him go on smiling baby wide |
[02:36.84] |