Sufjan Stevens – Come on! Feel the Illinoise from Come on, feel the Illinoise (2005) /indie-chamber-folk/
“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.
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?”
-full lyrics-
All in a merry go round, batting past like tufts and corners of variously shaped birds. On goes time and life and play at work and work at play. Decorate the details in the festidious glimmer of clown garb, pop on a cherry-red nose — sweet like next door’s candy shoppe. Perfectly alright in every capacity, all the excitement there ever was in that whoosh and squeal of a kazoo. Sometimes all the optimism labled on these coloured glasses and sprinkled cookies runs together and grates against itself. A short pause, stepping up the last concrete step toward the front door, and you almost let go the tether.