| Song | Dear Marge |
| Artist | Stereolab |
| Album | Margerine Eclipse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gane, Sadier | |
| In this mess, | |
| precious dust | |
| Gather strength, softness | |
| Guard the gods | |
| guard the judges | |
| Din of geometric chaos | |
| The chaos | |
| What a mess | |
| The precious dust | |
| Gather strength and softness | |
| Guard the gods | |
| guard the judges | |
| And contort the geometric | |
| The chaos | |
| What a mess | |
| The precious dust | |
| Gather strength, the softness | |
| Guard the gods | |
| The judges | |
| Contort the geometric chaos | |
| The joy to love | |
| To know to learn | |
| Are the essence | |
| Of existence, | |
| And so couldn't they | |
| Govern it too? | |
| To open up, | |
| (??face to a work??) | |
| The joy to love | |
| To know to learn | |
| Are the essence | |
| Of existence, | |
| And so couldn't they | |
| Govern it too? | |
| The joy to love | |
| To open up. |
| zuo ci : Gane, Sadier | |
| In this mess, | |
| precious dust | |
| Gather strength, softness | |
| Guard the gods | |
| guard the judges | |
| Din of geometric chaos | |
| The chaos | |
| What a mess | |
| The precious dust | |
| Gather strength and softness | |
| Guard the gods | |
| guard the judges | |
| And contort the geometric | |
| The chaos | |
| What a mess | |
| The precious dust | |
| Gather strength, the softness | |
| Guard the gods | |
| The judges | |
| Contort the geometric chaos | |
| The joy to love | |
| To know to learn | |
| Are the essence | |
| Of existence, | |
| And so couldn' t they | |
| Govern it too? | |
| To open up, | |
| ?? face to a work?? | |
| The joy to love | |
| To know to learn | |
| Are the essence | |
| Of existence, | |
| And so couldn' t they | |
| Govern it too? | |
| The joy to love | |
| To open up. |
| zuò cí : Gane, Sadier | |
| In this mess, | |
| precious dust | |
| Gather strength, softness | |
| Guard the gods | |
| guard the judges | |
| Din of geometric chaos | |
| The chaos | |
| What a mess | |
| The precious dust | |
| Gather strength and softness | |
| Guard the gods | |
| guard the judges | |
| And contort the geometric | |
| The chaos | |
| What a mess | |
| The precious dust | |
| Gather strength, the softness | |
| Guard the gods | |
| The judges | |
| Contort the geometric chaos | |
| The joy to love | |
| To know to learn | |
| Are the essence | |
| Of existence, | |
| And so couldn' t they | |
| Govern it too? | |
| To open up, | |
| ?? face to a work?? | |
| The joy to love | |
| To know to learn | |
| Are the essence | |
| Of existence, | |
| And so couldn' t they | |
| Govern it too? | |
| The joy to love | |
| To open up. |