Lyrics Depot is your source of lyrics to Lather by Jefferson Airplane. Please check back for more Jefferson Airplane lyrics.
Lather Lyrics
Artist: Jefferson Airplane
Album: Crown of Creation
Lather was thirty years old today,
They took away all of his toys.
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
About his old friends who'd 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 Lather's productive you know,
He produces the finest of sound,
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
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 said,
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 which 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.
Related:
Jefferson Airplane Lyrics
Jefferson Airplane Crown of Creation Lyrics
More Jefferson Airplane Music Lyrics:
Jefferson Airplane - A Small Package of Value Will Come to You... Lyrics
Jefferson Airplane - Chushingura Lyrics
Jefferson Airplane - D.C.B.A.-25 Lyrics
Jefferson Airplane - Feel So Good Lyrics
Jefferson Airplane - House at Pooneil Corners Lyrics
Jefferson Airplane - Plastic Fantastic Lover Lyrics
Jefferson Airplane - Trial by Fire Lyrics
Comments/Interpretations