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Part 1: World's Columbian Exposition
Oh, great intentions I've got the best of interventions But when the ads come I think about it now In my infliction Entrepreneurial condition Take us to glory I think about it now Cannot conversations cull united nations? If you've 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've got the patience, celebrate the ancients Columbia Part 2: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream 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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His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed Folding John Wayne's t-shirts When the swing set hit his head The neighbors, they adored him For his humor and his conversation Look underneath the house there Find the few living things Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead Twenty-seven people Even more They were boys With their cars Summer jobs Oh my God... Are you one of them? He dressed up like a clown for them With his face paint white and red And on his best behavior In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all He'd kill ten thousand people With a sleight of his hand Running far, running fast to the dead He took off all their clothes for them He put a cloth On their lips Quiet hands Quiet kiss On the mouth And in my best behavior I am really just like him Look beneath the floorboards For the secrets I have hid |
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I'm not afraid of the black man running
He's got it right, he's got a better life comin' And I don't care what the Captain said I fold it right at the top of my head I lost my sight and the state packs in I follow my heart and it leads me right to Jackson (Oh Keller, oh oh oh oh) She gave us a medal she gave us a map (Oh Canner Row, oh oh oh) If seeing is right, then look where you're at I'm not afraid of Nichol's Park I ride the train and I ride it after dark And I'm not afraid to get it right I turn around and I give it one more try And I said things that I meant to say The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day Parade I go out to the Golden Age The spirit is right and the spirit doesn't change (Oh Keller, oh oh oh oh) She gave us a mirror, she gave us a map (Oh Canner Row, oh oh oh) If seeing is right, then look where you're at Andrew Jackson! All I'm asking Show us the wheel, and give us the wine Raise the Banner, Jackson Hammer! Everyone goes to the capitol line Colored Preacher, nice to meet you! The spirit is here, and the spirit is fine Education! Ask the nation! You gave us our sight and the hearing is fine Andrew Jackson! All I'm asking Give us the wheel, and give us the wine |
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| 6:05 |
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I fell in love again
All things go, all things go Drove to Chicago All things know, all things know We sold our clothes to the state I don't mind, I don't mind I made a lot of mistakes In my mind, in my mind You came to take us All things go, all things go To recreate us All things grow, all things grow We had our mindset All things know, all things know You had to find it All things go, all things go I drove to New York In a van with my friend We slept in parking lots I don't mind, I don't mind I was in love with the place In my mind, in my mind I made a lot of mistakes In my mind, in my mind You came to take us All things go, all things go To recreate us All things grow, all things grow We had our mindset All things know, all things know You had to find it All things go, all things go If I was crying In the van with my friend It was for freedom From myself and from the land I made a lot of mistakes I made a lot of mistakes I made a lot of mistakes I made a lot of mistakes You came to take us All things go, all things go To recreate us All things grow, all things grow We had our mindset All things know, all things know You had to find it All things go, all things go You came to take us All things go, all things go To recreate us All things grow, all things grow We had our mindset (I made a lot of mistakes) All things know, all things know (I made a lot of mistakes) You had to find it (I made a lot of mistakes) All things go, all things go (I made a lot of mistakes) |
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2, 3, 4
Goldenrod and the 4H stone The things I brought you When I found out you had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephone And he drove his car into the Navy yard Just to prove that he was sorry In the morning, through the window shade When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade I could see what you were reading All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications you could do without When I kissed you on the mouth Tuesday night at the Bible study We lift our hands and pray over your body But nothing ever happens I remember at Michael's house In the living room when you kissed my neck And I almost touched your blouse In the morning, at the top of the stairs When your father found out what we did that night And you told me you were scared All the glory when you ran outside With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied And you told me not to follow you Sunday night when I cleaned the house I found the card where you wrote it out With the pictures of your mother On the floor at the great divide With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied I am crying in the bathroom In the morning when you finally go And the nurse runs in with her head hung low And the cardinal hits the window In the morning in the winter shade On the first of March, on the holiday I thought I saw you breathing All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications when I see his face In the morning in the window All the glory when he took our place But he took my shoulders and he shook my face And he takes and he takes and he takes |
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| 5:23 |
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Thinking outrageously I write in cursive
I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor Wearing three layers of coats and leg warmers I see my own breath on the face of the door Oh I am not quite sleeping Oh I am fast in bed There on the wall in the bedroom creeping I see a wasp with her wings outstretched North of Savanna we swim in the palisades I come out wearing my brother's red hat There on his shoulder my best friend is bit seven times He runs washing his face in his hands Oh how I meant to tease him Oh how I meant no harm Touching his back with my hand I kiss him I see the wasp on the length of my arm Oh great sights upon this state, Hallelujah Wonders bright and rivers, lake, Hallelujah Trail of Tears and Horseshoe Lake, Hallelujah Trusting things beyond mistake, Hallelujah We were in love We were in love Palisades, Palisades I can wait, I can wait Lamb of God, we sound the horn, Hallelujah To us your ghost is born, Hallelujah I can't explain the state that I'm in The state of my heart, he was my best friend Into the car from the back seat Oh admiration in falling asleep All of my powers, day after day I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed Deep in the tower, the prairies below I can tell you, the telling gets old Terrible sting and terrible storm I can tell you the day we were born My friend is gone, he ran away I can tell you, I love him each day Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged I can tell you I love him each day Terrible sting, terrible storm I can tell you |
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| 3:54 |
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In the tower above the earth,
There is a view that reaches far Where we see the universe, I see the fire, I see the end. Seven miles above the earth, There is Emmanuel of mothers. With his sword, with his robe, He comes dividing man from brothers. In the tower above the earth, we built it for Emmanuel. In the powers of the earth, we wait until it rips and rips. In the tower above the earth, we built it for Emmanuel. Oh my mother, she betrayed us, but my father loved and bathed us. Still I go to the deepest grave, Where I go to sleep alone |
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| 7:03 |
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Part I: "The Great Frontier"
I count the days the Great Frontier Forgiving, faced the seventh year I stand in awe of gratefulness I can and call forgetfulness And when I, and when I call The Patient, the Patient fall The Spirit, the Carpenter Invites us to be with her What have we become America? Soldiers on the Great Frontier! Carpenter and Soldier, one on one It's the battle, volunteer! Run from yourself, from your friends, from ya-- Run for your life, for your friends, for ya-- American, merica, meri-- Oh Illinois, Illinois, Illi-- The prairie, the frontier, the perfect farm, it's from here The fortress, the faker, the cornerstone, the baker The dancer, the fisher, audition and the disher The boxer, the fetcher, the ghweing gum, dream catcher I count the days the Great Frontier Forgiving, faced the seventh year I stand and strain to make ends meet Five Spirits on the Grand Marquee And when I, and when I call The Patient, the Patient fall The Spirit, the Carpenter Invites us to be with her There was a man at the wall He was grateful for us all I saw the Wise Woman sing She wasn't asking anything She wasn't asking anything How she made the nations sing! What have we become America? Soldiers on the Great Frontier! Run from yourself, from your friends, from ya-- Run for your life, for your friends, for ya-- American, merica, meri-- Oh Illinois, Illinois, Illi-- The mattress, the floozies, the actress at the movies The lantern, the lotion, the wind that wakes the ocean The Standard Edition, the architect's rendition The fashion, the fevers, the house we got at Sears Part II: "Come to Me Only With Playthings Now" Oh Great Fire of Great Disaster Oh Great Heaven, oh Great Master Oh Great Goat, the curse you gave us Oh Great Ghost, protect and save us Oh Great River, green with envy Oh Jane Addams, spirit send thee Oh Great Trumpet and the singers (Given what you lost are you better off?) Oh Great Goodman, King of Swingers (Given what you had, has it made you mad?) Oh Great Bears and Bulls, Joe Jackson (Celebrate the few. Celebrate the new.) Oh Great Illinois (It can only start with you) |
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