| Song | Letters From Rimbaud - normal |
| Artist | Marnie Stern |
| Album | In Advance of the Broken Arm |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Stern | |
| In greece as I've said | |
| Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of action | |
| And afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastime | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| We cannot know | |
| Because we are inside it | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| I'm almost the island | |
| I'm almost the island | |
| In greece as I've said | |
| Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of action | |
| And afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastime | |
| Keeping only quietness | |
| We gather, we gather, we gather we gather | |
| We gather up the fruit of the mind | |
| Pen pushers and authors always full of numbers that crumble | |
| The poet is truly the fire stealer | |
| The poet is truly the fire stealer | |
| The stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| What do we remind you of? And when you come around the show | |
| You'll never make it up that fast | |
| When no one else considers more | |
| And I can tell you one more thing | |
| You'll never come back here for more. | |
| There's nothing but a broken stand | |
| And lovers crouching on the floor (repeat 1) | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| We cannot know because we are inside it | |
| I'm almost an island | |
| But not quite yet | |
| I'm almost an island | |
| But not quite yet |
| zuo qu : Stern | |
| In greece as I' ve said | |
| Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of action | |
| And afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastime | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| We cannot know | |
| Because we are inside it | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| I' m almost the island | |
| I' m almost the island | |
| In greece as I' ve said | |
| Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of action | |
| And afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastime | |
| Keeping only quietness | |
| We gather, we gather, we gather we gather | |
| We gather up the fruit of the mind | |
| Pen pushers and authors always full of numbers that crumble | |
| The poet is truly the fire stealer | |
| The poet is truly the fire stealer | |
| The stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| What do we remind you of? And when you come around the show | |
| You' ll never make it up that fast | |
| When no one else considers more | |
| And I can tell you one more thing | |
| You' ll never come back here for more. | |
| There' s nothing but a broken stand | |
| And lovers crouching on the floor repeat 1 | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| We cannot know because we are inside it | |
| I' m almost an island | |
| But not quite yet | |
| I' m almost an island | |
| But not quite yet |
| zuò qǔ : Stern | |
| In greece as I' ve said | |
| Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of action | |
| And afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastime | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| We cannot know | |
| Because we are inside it | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| I' m almost the island | |
| I' m almost the island | |
| In greece as I' ve said | |
| Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of action | |
| And afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastime | |
| Keeping only quietness | |
| We gather, we gather, we gather we gather | |
| We gather up the fruit of the mind | |
| Pen pushers and authors always full of numbers that crumble | |
| The poet is truly the fire stealer | |
| The poet is truly the fire stealer | |
| The stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| What do we remind you of? And when you come around the show | |
| You' ll never make it up that fast | |
| When no one else considers more | |
| And I can tell you one more thing | |
| You' ll never come back here for more. | |
| There' s nothing but a broken stand | |
| And lovers crouching on the floor repeat 1 | |
| Everything grows | |
| Cause anything goes | |
| We cannot know because we are inside it | |
| I' m almost an island | |
| But not quite yet | |
| I' m almost an island | |
| But not quite yet |