时间：2011-10-17
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Lather - Jefferson Starship
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 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 oh Lather's productive you know
He produces the finest of sounds
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 words to say
What game to play
And I should have told him
"No you're not old "
And I should have let him
Go on smiling marry wide
That dance of over
