Lyrics of Dear mr. supercomputer

Sufjan Stevens

pochette album Dear mr. supercomputer
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Release date : 01/07/2006

Duration : 0:04:2

Style : Alternative



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Oh my god
I can't believe it
What went wrong?
The human race, in its place
Superstition man's religion
And conditioned mysteries incomplete
And the raven with its haven
Gods-in-graven
Girls and boys illinois
Springfield with its freak and banter
Strike the cantor
God is dead, god is dead

Oh my god i can't believe it
What went wrong?
The human race, in its place
In religion, superstition
Man's conditoined mysteries incomplete

(superman, old machines
Kind as that, energenes
Good as dead, man-machines
Computer, effigy
Sound the horn, make the bed
Pull the cord, raise the dead
In my car, on this street

On this earth, on this feet)

Take it for a patient man i caught it
Patient is the kind that gets you paid
Even if i had, man, i got it
Seems i never had it anyway
Sometimes it may seem your best intentions
Take off with a fever anyway

1-2-3-4-5-6-7 all computers go to heaven
If you think you got the vision,
Put it in the conversation
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 all computers go to heaven
If you think you got the vision,
Put it in the conversation

I rejoice in what i carry in my heart
It overwelms what a man
Great emancipation plans,
And public transport, clap your hands, abraham
Oh religion, superstition,
Man's conditioned mysteries incomplete
Oh the raven with its haven
Gods-in-graven
All is dead, all is dead

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