Jefferson Airplane – Lather (Guitar)

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Lather was thirty years old today,

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they took away all of his toys.

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His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,

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about his old friends who'd stopped being boys.

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There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty three,

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his leather chair waits at the bank.

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And Sargent Dow Jones, twenty seven years old,

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commanding his very own tank. 

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But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,

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to lie about nude in the sand

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Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,

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and thrashing the air with his hands.  

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But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,

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he produces the finest of sound

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Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,

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snorting the best licks in town; 

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but that's all over

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Lather was thirty years old today,

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and Lather came foam from his tongue.

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He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,

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is it true that I'm no longer young? (mommy?)

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And the children call him famous,

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what the old men call insane

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And sometimes he's so nameless,

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that he hardly knows which game to play;

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which words to say

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And I should have told him, "no, you're not old." 

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And I should have let him go on, smiling, baby wide.