Come on! Feel The Illinoise!

Sufjan Stevens

Tom: C
Chords by 'shesgoinbald' from allgoodnaysayers.net 
 
Note: If you strum a C all the way through the first part it'll sound fine. 
 
(I'll try to transcribe the piano riff for guitar soon and 
fill out the chords more completely.)  
 
C 
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 
 
Am       C           G                Em 
Chicago, in fashion, the soft drinks, expansion 
F         C 
Oh Columbia! 
Am           C         G             Em 
From Paris, incentive, like Cream of Wheat invented, 
F          C 
The Ferris Wheel! 
 
C 
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. 
 
Am           C         G             Em 
Chicago, the New Age, but what would Frank Lloyd Wright say? 
F        C 
Oh Columbia! 
Am           C         G         Em 
Amusement or treasure, these optimistic pleasures 
F               C 
Like the Ferris Wheel! 
 
Cannot conversations cull united nations? 
If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients 
 
Columbia! 
 
D - Bm - F#m - A 
 
(3:00) 
Dsus4 Dmaj77 Dsus4 Dmaj7 
 
  D       Bm      F#m        A 
I cried myself to sleep last night 
        D        Bm       F#m           A 
And the ghost of Carl, he approached my window 
      D                 Bm 
I was hypnotized, I was asked 
   F#m      A 
To immmmprovise 
       D             Bm 
On the attitude, the regret 
     F#m                   A 
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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