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Alan Douches - Come On Feel The Illinoise Part I The Worlds Columbian Exposition Part Ii Carl Sandburg Visits Me In A Dream Lyrics

[Part I: The World's Columbian Exposition]

[Verse 1]
Oh, great intentions
I've got the best of interventions
But when the ads come
I think about it now

[Verse 2]
In my infliction
Entrepreneurial conditions
Take us to glory
I think about it now

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Oh, great white city
I've got the adequate committee
Where have your walls gone?
I think about it now
[Bridge]
Chicago, in fashion
The soft drinks, expansion
Oh, Columbia!
From Paris, incentive
Like Cream of Wheat invented
The Ferris Wheel!

[Verse 4]
Oh, great intentions
Covenant with the imitation
Have you no conscience?
I think about it now

[Verse 5]
Oh, God of Progress
Have you degraded or forgot us?
Where have your laws gone?
I think about it now

[Chorus]
Ancient hieroglyphic or the South Pacific
Typically terrific, busy and prolific
Classical devotion, architect promotion
Lacking in emotion, think about it now
[Bridge]
Chicago, the New Age
But what would Frank Lloyd Wright say?
Oh, Columbia!
Amusement or treasure
These optimistic pleasures
Like the Ferris Wheel!

[Chorus]
Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients
Columbia!

[Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream]

[Verse 6]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 7]
And we laughed at thebeatitudes of a thousand lines
We were asked at the attitudes
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?

[Verse 8]
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?