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Sufjan Stevens
Sufjan Stevens


Информация
Дата рождения 1 июля 1975 г.
Откуда Detroit, Michigan, United States
Жанры Indie Folk
Baroque Pop
Folk-Rock
Alternative Rock
Годы 1999—н.в.
Лейблы Asthmatic Kitty Records
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Альбом Sufjan Stevens


Greetings From Michigan: The Great Lakes State (2003)
2003
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Tahquamenon Falls
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Alanson, Crooked River
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Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
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It's the same outside,
Driving to the riverside.
I pretend to cry,
Even if I cried alone.
I forgot the start.
Use my hands to use my heart.
Even if I died alone.

Since the first of June,
Lost my job and lost my room.
I pretend to try,
Even if I tried alone.
I forgot the part.
Lose my hands to lose my heart.

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"All good thoughts" in spite of righteousness
is the kind of thoughts in spite of greatness.
Often now the State is advocation.
If we form a power of recognition.

Forget loss and perfect advocation.
If it drops or stays in convocation.
All we praise is all we want in commerce
All we praise is parties, foreign commerce.
Entertain ideas of great communion,
Shelter not materials in union
(All we praise is not the kind of commerce.
That's the right solution!)

"All good thoughts" is not the act of doing
What we want but what we should be proving
Properties, ideas, a woman's pleasure

. . .



I have called you children, I have called you son.
What is their to answer if I'm the only one?
Morning comes in paradise, morning comes in light.
Still I must obey, still I must invite.

If there's anything to say,
If there's anything to do,
If there's any other way, I'll do anything for you.

I was dressed embarrassment I was dressed in whine.
If you had a part of me, will you take your time?
Even if I come back, even if I die.
Is there some idea to replace my life?

Like a father to impress, like a mother's morning dress
If you ever make a mess, I'll do anything for you.

I have called you preacher, I have called you son.
If you have a father or if you haven't none.

I'll do anything for you, I'll do anything for you,
I'll do anything for you, I'll do anything for you
I did everything for you, I did everything for you,
I did everything for you, I did everything for you,

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Demonstrate I was
raised from the start
By a priest and
the maid on the part.
Still know what
to wear on my back:
Michigan!
Ponshewaing!
Cadillac!

If I ever meant to go away
I was raised, I was raised
In the place, in the place.
Still I often think of going back
To the farms, to the farms
Golden arms, golden arms
start to remind me.

If the lakes took
the place of the sea.
If the cars drove
themselves, way to be!
Opposite to the trains moving in
Rivers run interstate, Michigan!

Still I never meant to go away
I was raised, I was raised
In the place, in the place.
Still I often think of going back
To the farms, to the farms
Golden arms, golden arms.
Tried to change the
Made in Michigan
I was raised, I was raised
In the place, in the place,

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I live in America
With a pair of Payless shoes
The upper penisula
And the television news
And I've seen my wife
At the K-Mart
In strange ideas
We live apart

I live in a trailer home
With a snow mobile, my car
The window is broken out
And the interstate is far
I drove all night
To find my child
In strange ideas
He's been revived

In strange ideas
In stranger times
I've no idea
What's right sometimes
I lost my mind
I lost my life
I lost my job

. . .

Tahquamenon Falls

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. . .



All the time we spent in bed
Counting miles before we said
Fall in love and fall apart
Things will end before they start

Sleeping on Lake Michigan
Factories and marching bands
Lose our clothes in summertime
Lose ourselves to lose our minds


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Once a great place,
Now a prison.
All I can say,
All I can do.
People Mover: Bad decision.
From suburban,
Now a prison.
All I can say,
All I can do.

From the trembling walls, it's a great idea.
Everything you want,it's a great idea.
It's a great idea, it's a great idea.

Once a great place,
Now a prison,
All I can say,
All I can do.

Henry Ford, Henry Ford.
Public trans, public trans.
Pontiac, Pontiac.
Feed the poor, feed the poor.
City hall, city hall.
Windsor Park, Windsor Park.
Saginaw, Saginaw.
After dark, after dark.
Tigers game, Tigers game.
'84, '84.
Industry, industry.
Unemployed, unemployed.
Gun control, gun control.
Wolverine, wolverine.
Iroquois, Iroquois.
Industry, industry.
Public trans, public trans.
Auto cars, auto cars.
Jefferson, Jefferson.
Michigan, Michigan.

From the trembling walls, it's a great idea.
Everything you want, it's a great idea.
("Hesitate to burn the buildings" repeated in background)
From the Renaissance, it's a great idea.
Everything you want, it's a great idea.
Throw them all away, it's a great idea.
From the Renaissance, it's a great idea.

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Once when our mother called,
She had a voice of last year's cough.
We passed around the phone,
Sharing a word about Oregon.
When my turn came, I was ashamed.
When my turn came, I was ashamed.

Once when moved away,
She came to Romulus for a day.
Her Chevrolet broke down,
We prayed it'd never be fixed or be found.
We touched her hair, we touched her hair.
We touched her hair, we touched her hair.

When she had her last child,
Once when she had some boyfriends, some wild.
She moved away, quite far.
Our grandpa bought us a new VCR.
We watched it all night, we grew up in spite of it.
We watched it all night, we grew up in spite of it.

We saw her once last fall,
Our grandpa died in a hospital gown.
She didn't seem to care,
She smoked in her room and colored her hair.
I was ashamed, I was ashamed of her.
I was ashamed, I was ashamed of her.
I was ashamed, I was ashamed of her.

. . .

Alanson, Crooked River

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Oh Sleeping Bear!
Ran to the top and got scared
Of what I could see.

Oh Lamb of God!
Tell us your prefect design
And give us the rod.

Oh Sturgeon Bay!
Covered completely in sand
Completely in sun.

Oh Saint Marie!
Give up, the rocking boats drowned,

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If you happen to be educated
Time it marches on,
oh time it marches on.
In the end there is a sacred show
delivers every song,
delivers every song.

Mourning steps and
mourning gallivants
And mourning never shows,
no mourning never slows.
If the avatar reminds that it
will never stand at all,
will never stand as tall.

Since the water made it,
most to sail it,
made it most to song,
it made it most to song.
For the politics are not political
for what they stand,
For not what they demand.
Every senator and diplomat
combines her certain part,
A matter for the heart.
Save yourself from recognition.
selfless and quite song
To better get along.

(We love you. We Chose to.
We made to. We love you.)

If we concentrate and pull
resources to the highest poll,
To beat the highest pull, too.
Ever will we conquer grief
and find it faster to resolve
the dead, to be absolved
and fed, to restore.
If the advantageous
reprimand misgivings,
We wont grow.
We will not ever know.
We will not!

. . .



Oh God, hold me now
Oh Lord, hold me now
There's no other man who could raise the dead
So do what you can to anoint my head

Oh God, where are you now?
Oh Lord, say somehow
The devil is hard on my face again
The world is a hundred to one again

Would the righteous still remain?
Would my body stay the same?

Oh God, hold me now
Oh God, touch me now
There's no other man who could save the dead
There's no other God to place our head

Would the righteous still remain?
Would my body stay the same?

There's no other man who could raise the dead
So do what you can to anoint my head

Oh God, hold me now

. . .

Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)

[Нет текста]

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I always knew you.
In your mother's arms,
I have called your name.
I've an idea placed in your mind
To be a better man.
I've made a crown for you,
Put it in your room.
And when the bridegroom comes,
There will be noise, there will be glad.
And a perfect bed.

And when you write a poem,
I know the words, I know the sounds.
Before you write it down.
When you wear your clothes,
I wear them too, I wear your shoes.
And the jacket too.
I always knew you.
In your mother's arms,
I have called you son.
I've made amends between father and son.
Or if you haven't one:
Rest in my arms. Sleep in my bed.

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