Sufjan Stevens - Come On! Feel the Illinoise! (Part I: The World’s Columbian Exposition - Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream): chords

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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

Chorus:
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Chicago, in fashion, the soft drinks, expansion
F         C
Oh Columbia!
F        Am          C               E
From Paris, incentive, like Cream of Wheat invented
F             C
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

Chorus:
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

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I cried myself to sleep last night
          D       Bm         F#m         A
And the ghost of Carl, he approached my window
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I was hypnotized, I was asked, to improvise
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On the attitude, the regret
       F#m     A
Of a thousand centuries of death

Chorus:
D                           Bm
Even with the heart of terror
and the superstitious wearer
F#m
I am riding all alone
A
I am writing all alone
D                        Bm
Even in my best condition,
counting all the superstition
F#m
I am riding all alone
A
I am running all alone

         D             Bm
And we laughed at the beatitudes of
   F#m      A
a thousand lines
        D            Bm
We were asked at the attitudes
        F#m          A
They reminded us of death

Chorus:
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

Chorus:
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?