歌曲 | Lather |
歌手 | Jefferson Airplane |
专辑 | The Worst Of Jefferson Airplane |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Slick |
[00:09.86] | Lather was thirty years old today. |
[00:13.42] | They took away all of his toys. |
[00:16.72] | |
[00:17.60] | His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, |
[00:22.03] | About his old friends who'd stopped being boys. |
[00:25.27] | |
[00:26.65] | There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three, |
[00:30.94] | His leather chair waits at the bank. |
[00:34.56] | |
[00:35.55] | And Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old, |
[00:39.44] | |
[00:40.06] | Commanding his very own tank. |
[00:42.93] | |
[00:44.49] | But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do, |
[00:48.74] | To lie about nude in the sand, |
[00:52.04] | |
[00:53.10] | Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps |
[00:57.53] | And thrashing the air with his hands. |
[01:00.94] | |
[01:04.49] | But wait, ol' Lather's productive, you know, |
[01:08.36] | He produces the finest of sound, |
[01:11.54] | |
[01:12.60] | Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, |
[01:17.22] | Snorting the best licks in town, |
[01:21.48] | |
[01:34.78] | But that's all over... |
[01:36.46] | |
[01:44.96] | Lather was thirty years old today |
[01:48.02] | |
[01:48.64] | And lather came foam from his tongue. |
[01:52.01] | |
[01:52.82] | He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly saying, |
[01:57.32] | "Is it true that I'm no longer young?" |
[02:00.75] | |
[02:01.62] | And the children call him famous, |
[02:06.05] | What the old men call insane. |
[02:09.61] | |
[02:10.48] | And sometimes, he's so nameless, |
[02:14.73] | That he hardly knows what game to play, |
[02:18.60] | |
[02:19.16] | Which words to say. |
[02:20.72] | |
[02:21.53] | And I should have told him, 'No, you're not old.' |
[02:25.79] | And I should have let him go on... smiling... babywide. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Slick |
[00:09.86] | Lather was thirty years old today. |
[00:13.42] | They took away all of his toys. |
[00:16.72] | |
[00:17.60] | His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, |
[00:22.03] | About his old friends who' d stopped being boys. |
[00:25.27] | |
[00:26.65] | There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirtythree, |
[00:30.94] | His leather chair waits at the bank. |
[00:34.56] | |
[00:35.55] | And Sergeant Dow Jones, twentyseven years old, |
[00:39.44] | |
[00:40.06] | Commanding his very own tank. |
[00:42.93] | |
[00:44.49] | But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do, |
[00:48.74] | To lie about nude in the sand, |
[00:52.04] | |
[00:53.10] | Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps |
[00:57.53] | And thrashing the air with his hands. |
[01:00.94] | |
[01:04.49] | But wait, ol' Lather' s productive, you know, |
[01:08.36] | He produces the finest of sound, |
[01:11.54] | |
[01:12.60] | Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, |
[01:17.22] | Snorting the best licks in town, |
[01:21.48] | |
[01:34.78] | But that' s all over... |
[01:36.46] | |
[01:44.96] | Lather was thirty years old today |
[01:48.02] | |
[01:48.64] | And lather came foam from his tongue. |
[01:52.01] | |
[01:52.82] | He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly saying, |
[01:57.32] | " Is it true that I' m no longer young?" |
[02:00.75] | |
[02:01.62] | And the children call him famous, |
[02:06.05] | What the old men call insane. |
[02:09.61] | |
[02:10.48] | And sometimes, he' s so nameless, |
[02:14.73] | That he hardly knows what game to play, |
[02:18.60] | |
[02:19.16] | Which words to say. |
[02:20.72] | |
[02:21.53] | And I should have told him, ' No, you' re not old.' |
[02:25.79] | And I should have let him go on... smiling... babywide. |