Marnie Stern - Letters from Rimbaud Lyrics
In greece as I've saidVerse and Lyre set the rhythms of actionAnd afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastimeEverything growsCause anything goesWe cannot knowBecause we are inside itEverything growsCause anything goesI'm almost the islandI'm almost the islandIn greece as I've saidVerse and Lyre set the rhythms of actionAnd afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastimeKeeping only quietnessWe gather, we gather, we gather we gatherWe gather up the fruit of the mindPen pushers and authors always full of numbers that crumbleThe poet is truly the fire stealerThe poet is truly the fire stealerThe stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers,Everything growsCause anything goesWhat do we remind you of? And when you come around the showYou'll never make it up that fastWhen no one else considers moreAnd I can tell you one more thingYou'll never come back here for more.There's nothing but a broken standAnd lovers crouching on the floor (repeat 1)Everything growsCause anything goesWe cannot know because we are inside itI'm almost an islandBut not quite yetI'm almost an islandBut not quite yet
