Sufjan Stevens - Dear Mr. Supercomputer lyrics
[Sufjan Stevens - Dear Mr. Supercomputer lyrics]
(Sound the horn make the bed
Pull the cord raise the dead)
Oh my God, I can't believe it
What went wrong?
The human race in it's place
Superstition, man's religion and conditioned
Mysteries incomplete
And the raven with it's haven gods ingraven
Girls and boys, Illinois
Springfield with it's freak and banter
Strike the cantor god is dead, God is dead
Oh my God, I can't believe it
What went wrong?
The human race in it's place
In religion, superstition man's conditioned
Mysteries incomplete
Superman, old machines
Kind as that, Energenes
Good as dead, man machines computer, effigy
Sound the horn, make the bed
Pull the cord, raise the dead
In my car, on this street
On this earth, on this feet
Take it for a patient man I caught it
Patient is the kind that gets you paid
Even if I had it, man, I got it
Seems I never had it anyway
Sometimes it may seem your best intentions
Take off with a fever anyway
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
All computers go to heaven
If you think you got the vision
Put it to the conversation
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
All computers go to heaven
If you think you got the vision
Put it to the conversation
I rejoice in what I carry in my heart
It overwhelms, what a man
Great Emancipation plans and public transit
Clap your hands, Abraham
Oh, religion, superstition man's conditioned
Mysteries incomplete
Oh, the raven with it's haven gods ingraven
All is dead, all is dead
Pull the cord raise the dead)
Oh my God, I can't believe it
What went wrong?
The human race in it's place
Superstition, man's religion and conditioned
Mysteries incomplete
And the raven with it's haven gods ingraven
Girls and boys, Illinois
Springfield with it's freak and banter
Strike the cantor god is dead, God is dead
Oh my God, I can't believe it
What went wrong?
The human race in it's place
In religion, superstition man's conditioned
Mysteries incomplete
Superman, old machines
Kind as that, Energenes
Good as dead, man machines computer, effigy
Sound the horn, make the bed
Pull the cord, raise the dead
In my car, on this street
On this earth, on this feet
Take it for a patient man I caught it
Patient is the kind that gets you paid
Even if I had it, man, I got it
Seems I never had it anyway
Sometimes it may seem your best intentions
Take off with a fever anyway
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
All computers go to heaven
If you think you got the vision
Put it to the conversation
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
All computers go to heaven
If you think you got the vision
Put it to the conversation
I rejoice in what I carry in my heart
It overwhelms, what a man
Great Emancipation plans and public transit
Clap your hands, Abraham
Oh, religion, superstition man's conditioned
Mysteries incomplete
Oh, the raven with it's haven gods ingraven
All is dead, all is dead