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Jefferson Airplane, a rock band based in San Francisco, California, was one of the pioneering bands of psychedelic rock. Formed in 1965, the group defined the San Francisco Sound and was the first from the Bay Area to achieve international commercial success. They were headliners at the three most famous American rock festivals of the 1960s—Monterey (1967), Woodstock (1969) and Altamont (1969)—and the first Isle of Wight Festival (1968) in England.
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- White Rabbit
- Wooden Ships
- Somebody To Love
- Alexander The Medium
- Blues From An Airplane
- Come Up The Years
- Coming Back To Me
- Crazy Miranda
- Dcba
- Diana 1 And 2
- Eskimo Blue Day
- Fat Angel
- Flowers Of The Night
- Good Shepherd
- Greasy Heart
- Have You Seen The Saucers
- Have You Seen The Stars Tonite
- Hey Frederick
- High Flyin Bird
- How Do You Feel
- If You Feel
- Its Alright
- Its No Secret
- Jpp Mcstep B Blues
- Lather
- Law Man
- Lets Get Together
- Martha
- Mau Mau Amerikon
- Mexico
- My Best Friend
- Never Argue With A German If You Are Tired Or Eurpeaon Song
- Other Side Of This Life
- Playin A Game
- Pretty As You Feel
- Rejoyce
- Seasons
- She Has Funny Cars
- Son Of Jesus
- Star Track
- Starship
- Sunrise Blows Against The Empire
- The House At Pooneil Corners
- Third Week In The Chelsea
- Three Fifths Of A Mile
- Three Weeks In The Chelsea
- Tobacco Road
- Today
- Triad
- Turn My Life Down
- Two Heads
- Uncle Sam Blues
- Volunteers
- Watch Her Ride
- When The Earth Moves Again
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Beautiful song penned and performed by Grace Slick.
Cm Eb Bb
Lather was thirty years old today,
Gm F Eb
They took away all of his toys.
Cm Eb Bb
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
Gm F Eb
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
Gm F Ab F
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
Cm Gm F
His leather chair waits at the bank.
Gm F Ab F
And Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Cm Gm F
Commanding his very own tank.
Eb F Gm
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
Eb F Gm
To lie about nude in the sand,
Eb F Gm
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
F Cm
And thrashing the air with his hands.
C Bb
But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
C Bb C
He produces the finest of sounds,
Bb
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
C Bb C Cm Ab F
Snorting the best licks in town,
G
But that's all over...
Cm Eb Bb
Lather was thirty years old today,
Gm F Eb
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
Cm Eb Eb
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Gm F Eb
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
Gm F Ab F
And the children call him fay-ay-mous,
Cm Gm F
what the old men call insane,
Gm Gm Ab F
And some-times he's so nay-aym-less,
Cm Gm F
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Cm
Which words to say...
Gm F Cm
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
Gm F Cm F Cm
And I should have let him go on...smiling...baby-wide.
chords by COTH
Cm Eb Bb
Lather was thirty years old today,
Gm F Eb
They took away all of his toys.
Cm Eb Bb
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
Gm F Eb
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
Gm F Ab F
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
Cm Gm F
His leather chair waits at the bank.
Gm F Ab F
And Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Cm Gm F
Commanding his very own tank.
Eb F Gm
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
Eb F Gm
To lie about nude in the sand,
Eb F Gm
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
F Cm
And thrashing the air with his hands.
C Bb
But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
C Bb C
He produces the finest of sounds,
Bb
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
C Bb C Cm Ab F
Snorting the best licks in town,
G
But that's all over...
Cm Eb Bb
Lather was thirty years old today,
Gm F Eb
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
Cm Eb Eb
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Gm F Eb
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
Gm F Ab F
And the children call him fay-ay-mous,
Cm Gm F
what the old men call insane,
Gm Gm Ab F
And some-times he's so nay-aym-less,
Cm Gm F
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Cm
Which words to say...
Gm F Cm
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
Gm F Cm F Cm
And I should have let him go on...smiling...baby-wide.
chords by COTH
Jeites
Jekyll & Hyd (...)
Jelani Aryeh
Jelloapocalypse
Jem