Sufjan Stevens: Come On! Feel the Illinoise! (Part I: The World's Columbian Exposition – Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream) | Song-Factsheet

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Song «Come On! Feel the Illinoise! (Part I: The World's Columbian Exposition – Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream)» von Sufjan Stevens.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2005 07 05 (Album)
Label: Asthmatic Kitty AKR 014, Rough Trade RTRADCD 250
Songwriter Sufjan Stevens
Produktion: Sufjan Stevens
Genre: Post-Millennial-Music - Indiefolk - Singer-Songwriter

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[Part I: The World's Columbian Exposition] 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! [Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream] 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?