Sufjan Stevens

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?
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