01Concerning The UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois When the revenant came down, We couldn't imagine what it was. In the spirit of three stars. The alien thing that took its form. Then to Lebanon, oh God. The flashing at night, the sirens grow and grow. Oh, history involved itself. Mysterious shade that took its form. Or what it was, incarnation, three stars. Delivering signs and dusting from their eyes. 03 Come On! Feel The Illinoise! 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 Chicago, in fashion, the soft drinks, expansion Oh Columbia! From Paris, incentive, like Cream of Wheat invented, The Ferris Wheel! 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. Chicago, the New Age, but what would Frank Lloyd Wright say? Oh Columbia! Amusement or treasure, these optimistic pleasures Like the Ferris Wheel! Cannot conversations cull united nations? If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients Columbia! 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 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? 04 John Wayne Gacy, Jr. His father was a drinker and his mother cried in bed Folding John Wayne's t-shirts when the swingset hit his head The neighbors they adored him For his humor and his conversation Look underneath the house there Find the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleep Oh the dead 27 people Even more, they were boys, with their cars, summer jobs Oh my God Are you one of them? He dressed up like a clown for them With his face paint white and red And on his best behavior In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all He'd kill ten thousand people With a slight of his hand, running far, running fast to the dead He took off all their clothes for them He put a cloth on their lips, quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth And in my best behavior I am really just like him Look beneath the floor boards For the secrets I have hid 05 Jacksonville I・m not afraid of the black man running He・s got it right he・s got a better life coming I don・t care what the captain said I fold it right at the top of my head I lost my sight and the state packs in I follow my heart and it leads me right to Jackson Oh Keller oh oh oh She gave us a medal she gave us a map Oh Canner Row, oh oh oh If seeing is right, then look where you・re at I・m not afraid of Nichol・s Park I ride the train and I ride it after dark I・m not afraid to get it right I turn around and I give it one more try I said things that I meant to say The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day parade I go out to the golden age The spirit is right and the spirit doesn・t change Oh Keller oh oh oh She gave us mirror she gave us a map Oh Canner Row, oh oh oh If seeing is right then look where you・re at Andrew Jackson, all I・m asking Show us the wheel and give us the wine Woohoo! Woohoo! Raise the banner, Jackson hammer Everyone goes to the capitol line Woohoo! woohoo! Colored preacher, nice to meet you! The spirit is here and the spirit is fine! Woohoo! Woohoo! Education, ask the nation You gave us our sight and the hearing is fine Woohoo! woohoo! Andrew Jackson all I・m asking Give us the wheel and give us the wine 10 Casimir Pulaski Day Goldenrod and the 4H stone, the things I brought you, when I found out you had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephone, and he drove his car into the navy yard, just to prove that he was sorry In the morning, through the window shade, when the light pressed up against your shoulderblade, I could see what you were reading. All the glory that the Lord has made, and the complications you could do without, when I kissed you on the mouth. Tuesday night at the Bible study, we lift our hands and pray over your body, but nothing ever happens. I remember at Michael's house, in the living room when you kissed my neck, and I almost touched your blouse. In the morning at the top of the stairs, when your father found out what we did that night, and you told me you were scared. All the glory when you ran outside, with your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied, and you told me not to follow you. Sunday night when I cleaned the house, I find the card where you wrote it out, with the pictures of you mother. On the floor at the great divide, with my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied, I am crying in the bathroom. In the morning when you finally go, and the nurse runs in with her head hung low, and the cardinal hits the window. In the morning in the winter shade, on the 1st of March on the holiday, I thought I saw you breathing. All the glory that the Lord has made, and the complications when I see His face, in the morning in the window. All the glory when he took our place, but he took my shoulders and he shook my face, and he takes and he takes and he takes. 16 They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhh! I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus? Logan, Grant, and Ronald Reagan In the grave with Xylophagan Do you know the ghost community? Sound the horn, address the city (Who will save it? Dedicate it? Who will praise it? Commemorate it for you?) We are awaken with the ax Night of the Living Dead at last They have begun to shake the dirt Wiping their shoulders from the earth I know, I know the nations past I know, I know they rust at last They tremble with the nervous thought Of having been, at last, forgot I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus? B-U-D-A! Caledonia! S-E-C-O-R! Magnolia! B-I-R-D-S! And Kankakee! Evansville and Parker City Speaking their names, they shake the flag Wking the earth, it lifts and lags We see a thousand rooms to rest Helping us taste the bite of death I know, I know my time has passed I'm not so young, I'm not so fast I tremble with the nervous thought Of having been, at last, forgot I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus? Comer and Potato Peelers! G-R-E-E-N ridge! Reeders M-C-V-E-Y! And Horace! E-N-O-S! Start the chorus Corn and Farms and Tombs in Lemmon Sailor Springs and all things feminine Centerville and Old Metropolis Shawneetownn, you trade and topple us I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Hold your tongue and don't divide us I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Land of God, you hold and guide us 19 The Seer's Tower In the tower above the earth, There is a view that reaches far Where we see the universe, I see the fire, I see the end. Seven miles above the earth, There is Emmanuel of mothers. With his sward, with his robe, He comes dividing man from brothers. In the tower above the earth, we built it for Emmanuel. In the powers of the earth, we wait until it rips and rips. In the tower above the earth, we built it for Emmanuel. Oh my mother, she betrayed us, but my father loved and bathed us. Still I go to the deepest grave, Where I go to sleep alone. 20 The Tallest Man, The Broadest Shoulders I count the days the Great Frontier Forgiving, faced the seventh year I stand in awe of gratefulness I can and call forgetfulness And when I, and when I call The Patient, the Patient fall The Spirit, the Carpenter Invites us to be with her What have we become America? Soldiers on the Great Frontier! Carpenter and Soldier, one on one It's the battle, volunteer! Run from yourself, from your friends, from ya- Run for your life, for your friends, for ya- America, merica, meri- Oh Illinois, Illinois, Illi- The prarie, the frontier, the perfect farm, it's from here The fortress, the faker, the cornerstone, the baker The dancer, the fisher, audition and the disher The boxer, the fetcher the chewing gum, dream catcher I count the days the Great Frontier Forgiving, faced the seventh year I stand and strain to make ends meet Five Spirits on the Grand Marquee And when I, and when I call The Patient, the Patient fall The Spirit, the Carpenter Invites us to be with her There was a man at the wall He was grateful for us all I saw the Wise Woman sing She wasn't asking anything She wasn't asking anything How she made the nations sing! What have we become America? Soldiers on the Great Frontier! Run from yourself! From your friends, from ya- Run for your life! For your friends, for ya- America, merica, meri- Oh Illinois, Illinois, Illi- The mattress, the floozies, the actress at the movies The lantern, the lotion, the wind that wakes the ocean The Standard Edition the architect's rendition The fashion, the fevers, the house we got at Sears Oh Great Fire of Great Disaster Oh Great Heaven, oh Great Master Oh Great Goat, the curse you gave us Oh Great Ghost, protect and save us Oh Great River, green With envy Oh Jane Addams, spirit send thee Oh Great Trumpet and the singers Oh Great Goodman, King of Swingers Oh Great Bears and Bulls, Joe Jackson Oh Great Illinois Given what you lost, are you better off? Given what you had, has it made you mad? Celebrate the few. Celebrate the new. It can only start with you