2005年9月15日

Part II: "Carl Sandberg 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 to terror and the superstitious wearer
I AM WRITING 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 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?

-Sufjan Stevens