Come On! Feel The Illinoise!: Pt. 1: The World's Columbian Exposition Lyrics - Illinoise - 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 

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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 

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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?