Dear Marge Songtext
von Stereolab

Ready? Right
One, two, three, four, five six

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
Of 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
Of the essence
Of existence
And so couldn't they
Govern it too?
The joy to love
To open up