Jefferson Airplane

Текст песни Lather

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  • Rock
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  • psychedelic
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Jefferson Airplane - Текст песни Lather

Lather was thirty years old today,
They took away all of his toys.
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
About his friends who had stopped being boys.
There was Howard C. Green, just turned thirty-three,
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Commanding his very own tank.
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
To lie about nude in the sand,
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps
And thrashing the air with his hands.

But wait, ol' Lather's productive you know,
He produces the finest of sound,
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, Jefferson Airplane - Lather - http://ru.motolyrics.com/jefferson-airplane/lather-lyrics.html
Snorting the best licks in town,

But that's all over...

Lather was thirty years old today
And lather came foam from his tongue.
He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly say,
"Is it true that I'm no longer young?"
And the children call him famous,
What the old men call insane.
And sometimes, he's so nameless,
That he hardly knows what game to play,
Which words to say.

And I should have told him, 'No, you're not old.'
And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.

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