Letters from Rimbaud (Marnie 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