Lather
Jefferson AirplaneVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
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 Sargent 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? (mommy?)
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, baby wide.
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Readable chord sheet for Lather by Jefferson Airplane
[Am] [C] [G] [Am]Lather was [C]thirty years [G]old today, they [Em]took away [D]all of his [C]toys. His [Am]mother sent [C]newspaper [G]clippings to him, about his [Em]old friends who'd [D]stopped being [C]boys. There was [Em]Harwitz E. [D]Green, just [F]turned thirty [D]three, his [Am]leather chair [Em]waits at the [D]bank. And [Em]Sargent Dow [D]Jones, twenty [F]seven years [D]old, [Am]commanding his [Em]very own [D]tank. But [C]Lather still [D]finds it a [Em]nice thing to do, to [C]lie about [D]nude in the [Em]sand Drawing [C]pictures of [D]mountains that [Em]look like bumps, and [D]thrashing the air with his [Am]hands.[A] But [A]wait, oh Lather's pro[G]ductive you know, he [A]produces the [G]finest of [A]sound Putting drumsticks on either [G]side of his nose, [A]snorting the [G]best licks in [A]town; [Am] [G] [D] [Am] [G] [D] but [E]that's all over [Am] [G] [D] [Am] [G] [D] [Am]Lather was [C]thirty years [G]old today, and [Em]Lather came [D]foam from his [C]tongue. He [Am]looked at me [C]eyes wide and [G]plainly said, is it [Em]true that I'm [D]no longer [C]young? (mommy?) And the [Em]children [D]call him [F]fam[D]ous, what the [Am]old men [Em]call in[D]sane And [Em]some[D]times he's so [F]name[D]less, that he [Am]hardly [Em]knows which [D]game to play; which [C]words to say And I [C]should have [D]told him, "[Em]no, you're not old." And I [C]should have [D]let him go [Em]on, [D]smiling, baby [Am]wide. [Am] [G] [D] [Am] [G] [D]