Come On! Feel the Illinoise! Part I: The World's Columbian Exposition Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me In A Dream

Come On! Feel the Illinoise! Part I: The World's Columbian Exposition Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me In A Dream - Sufjan Stevens

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