Представляем слова песни "Lather", чтобы вы лучше узнали творчество артиста Jefferson Airplane . Эта интерпретация слов песни, включает скрытые смыслы и эмоции, вложенные автором. Лирика «Lather» — это не просто строчки, а личный прожитый опыт, который Jefferson Airplane передаёт нам, чтобы раскрыть все грани своей личности.
Jefferson Airplane - "Lather"
Lyrics to Lather : (Jefferson Airplane) Lather was thirty years old today, They took away all of his toys. His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, About his old friends whod stopped being boys. There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three, His leather chair waits at the bank. And Seargent 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, oh Lathers productive you know, He produces the finest of sound, Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, Snorting the best licks in town, But thats all over... Lather was thirty years old today, And Lather came foam from his tongue. He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said, Is it true that Im no longer young' And the children call him famous, And the old men call him insane, And sometimes hes so nameless, That he hardly knows which game to play... Which words to say... And I should have told him, "No, youre not old." And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide. [ Lather Lyrics ]
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