| Song | Lather |
| Artist | Jefferson Airplane |
| Album | The Best Of |
| [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] | 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] |