Jefferson Airplane — Lather
Album: Crown of Creation
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Released: 1968
Length: 2:55
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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.
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 musicforme wrote:
More like this and less Pink Floyd, Rolling Stones and the other overplayed groups brilliant as they may be.

More new music and exploration of the less played past.

 
Yes! - What "musicforme" said!
Listen not to the naysayers, Bill.
Interesting lyrics - I only need to hear this song once in my lifetime, though.
 surfnetter1 wrote:
I was there, then. Still relevant.

 
Yep, me, too.  And still relevant.
I was cooking in the kitchen and thought I was hearing voices, liked this oldie by a local group.
Today, Lather would be labeled "on the spectrum" and/or on ADHD meds.


Different.
Because it's 1968 Jefferson Airplane I've wondered if Lather wasn't that guy who took a trip and just never made it back.
If not for the nose harp bit I'd have more like for it. Good to hear every couple years or so though, then back in the closet
with Lather, who by the way celebrated his 80th Birthday last month. 
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This song scared the bejeezus out of me. I thought Alexa was offering really weird commentary alongside it. 
I was there, then. Still relevant.
Love the album and this track. Saw them back in ‘68. Awesome
For Bill I'm going 8.  Let's bring this baby up the charts.
That's the equivalent as saying all jokes and all comedians are funny and if you don't laugh it's you who is flawed. None the less, I love RP and Bill's musical esthetics as do most of the bellyachers. :-)


woodchuk wrote:
This is a great song!  The negative reviewers obviously have no appreciation for social satire (whether or not satire was intended by Grace & co.)!

  
I agree completely. It takes a sense of humor to fathom satire - obviously lacking in these people. Besides, it's a fun little song...Bill is right in ignoring the bellyaching. It's his fine station - he plays what he pleases, thank you very much.
 woodchuk wrote:
This is a great song!  The negative reviewers obviously have no appreciation for social satire (whether or not satire was intended by Grace & co.)!

 
I agree completely. It takes a sense of humor to fathom satire - obviously lacking in these people. Besides, it's a fun little song...Bill is right in ignoring the bellyaching. It's his fine station - he plays what he pleases, thank you very much.
Thanks for that!  A nice treat, first thing in the morning.

Graham
Somewhere in Kuwait
This is a great song!  The negative reviewers obviously have no appreciation for social satire (whether or not satire was intended by Grace & co.)!

                                         
                                         


                                                  "I've got a fever ... and the cure, is more nose licks."

                                                                                       
                                                                                                       - BRUCE DICKINSON 
 





More like this and less Pink Floyd, Rolling Stones and the other overplayed groups brilliant as they may be.

More new music and exploration of the less played past.
Instant, embarrassing PSD in my office.  Sorry, I love a lot of their stuff, but this is too far out, Daddy.
There's a lot of negativity about this song. I had to read it to believe it. Such literal minds. 

Maybe it would help to know this song was about Jefferson Airplane's drummer, Spencer Dryden. Grace lived with him at the time and she thought his personality was very childlike. 
I guess you had to be there.