Sufjan Stevens - Come On! Feel the Illinoise! (Part I: The World’s Columbian Exposition – Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream) lyrics
[Sufjan Stevens - Come On! Feel the Illinoise! Part I: The World’s Columbian Exposition – Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream lyrics]
Oh, great intentions
I've got the best of interventions
But when the ads come i think about it now
In my infliction entrepreneurial conditions
Take us to glory i think about it now
Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you got the patience
Celebrate the ancients
Cannot all creation call it celebration?
Or united nation, put it to your head
Oh, great white city
I've got the adequate committee
Where have your walls gone?
I think about it now
Chicago, in fashion
The soft drinks, expansion oh, Columbia!
From Paris, incentive
Like Cream of Wheat invented
The Ferris Wheel!
Oh, great intentions
Covenant with the imitation
Have you no conscience? I think about it now
Oh, God of Progress
Have you degraded or forgot us?
Where have your laws gone?
I think about it now
Ancient hieroglyphic or the South Pacific
Typically terrific, busy and prolific
Classical devotion, architect promotion
Lacking in emotion, think about it now
Chicago, the New Age
But what would Frank Lloyd Wright say?
Oh, Columbia! Amusement or treasure
These optimistic pleasures
Like the Ferris Wheel!
Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you got the patience
Celebrate the ancients
Columbia!
I cried myself to sleep last night
And the ghost of Carl
He approached my window
I was hypnotized, I was asked to improvise
On the attitude, the regret
Of a thousand centuries of death
Even with the heart of terror
And the superstitious wearer
I am riding all alone i am writing all alone
Even in my best condition
Counting all the superstition
I am riding all alone i am running all alone
And we laughed at the beatitudes
Of a thousand lines
We were asked at the attitudes
They reminded us of death
Even with the rest belated
Everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
Even in his heart the Devil has
To know the water level
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
And I cried myself to sleep last night
For the Earth, and materials
They may sound just right to me
Even with the rest belated
Everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
Even in his heart the Devil has
To know the water level
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
I've got the best of interventions
But when the ads come i think about it now
In my infliction entrepreneurial conditions
Take us to glory i think about it now
Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you got the patience
Celebrate the ancients
Cannot all creation call it celebration?
Or united nation, put it to your head
Oh, great white city
I've got the adequate committee
Where have your walls gone?
I think about it now
Chicago, in fashion
The soft drinks, expansion oh, Columbia!
From Paris, incentive
Like Cream of Wheat invented
The Ferris Wheel!
Oh, great intentions
Covenant with the imitation
Have you no conscience? I think about it now
Oh, God of Progress
Have you degraded or forgot us?
Where have your laws gone?
I think about it now
Ancient hieroglyphic or the South Pacific
Typically terrific, busy and prolific
Classical devotion, architect promotion
Lacking in emotion, think about it now
Chicago, the New Age
But what would Frank Lloyd Wright say?
Oh, Columbia! Amusement or treasure
These optimistic pleasures
Like the Ferris Wheel!
Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you got the patience
Celebrate the ancients
Columbia!
I cried myself to sleep last night
And the ghost of Carl
He approached my window
I was hypnotized, I was asked to improvise
On the attitude, the regret
Of a thousand centuries of death
Even with the heart of terror
And the superstitious wearer
I am riding all alone i am writing all alone
Even in my best condition
Counting all the superstition
I am riding all alone i am running all alone
And we laughed at the beatitudes
Of a thousand lines
We were asked at the attitudes
They reminded us of death
Even with the rest belated
Everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
Even in his heart the Devil has
To know the water level
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
And I cried myself to sleep last night
For the Earth, and materials
They may sound just right to me
Even with the rest belated
Everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
Even in his heart the Devil has
To know the water level
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?