Sufjan Stevens - Come On Feel the Illinoise lyrics

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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?