John My Beloved
Sufjan Stevens Lyrics


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Are we to speak, first day of the week
Stumbling words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
Long Island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no life of their own?

So can we pretend sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I am a man with a heart that offends
With its lonely and greedy demands
There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your beautiful face
Stumbling carpet arise
Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, point to the sun
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I'm painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on your head

So can we be friends, sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I love you more than the world can contain
In its lonely and ramshackle head
There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

I'm holding my breath
My tongue on your chest
What can be said of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where there remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so I'll carry on
Counting my cards down to one
And when I am dead, come visit my bed
My fossil is bright in the sun

So can we contend, peacefully
Before my history ends?
Jesus I need you, be near me, come shield me




From fossils that fall on my head
There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sufjan Stevens's song John My Beloved describe a speaker's complicated relationship with another person who may or may not be John. The singer is at a bar, having stumbled in after a long week, and is struck by the beauty of someone with "blue eyes" who serves him fries and wine. The singer notes that this person is "beloved of John" and admits to getting things wrong when trying to read them as a poem. The singer is surrounded by artifacts, "fossils," but questions whether they have any real meaning or life of their own. The chorus of the song asks if the two can simply "pretend sweetly" before the "mystery ends."


As the song continues, the singer's musings become more cryptic. He mentions an "Icarus" and "gem" and "white feathered friend." He paints "the hills blue and red." He speaks of "wasting his throes" on someone's head. He talks about holding his breath and counting his "cards down to one." All of these images seem to be connected in some way to the singer's own history and desires, but it's not entirely clear what they mean. In the second-to-last verse, the song introduces Jesus as a shield against falling "fossils," suggesting that the singer's reflections are not just personal but have deeper spiritual implications.


Ultimately, the beauty of the song lies in its ambiguity. The lyrics and images are suggestive rather than definitive, creating a mood that is melancholic yet also strangely uplifting. The chorus of the song also suggests an optimistic desire for some kind of communion or connection, even as the singer acknowledges his own limitations and the impermanence of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Are we to speak, first day of the week
Is it time for us to talk, on a Sunday?


Stumbling words at the bar
I'm having trouble finding my words at this bar


Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
You have beautiful blue eyes, and I ordered some fries


Long Island kindness and wine
I'm enjoying your Long Island kindness and the wine


Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
I misunderstand the message of John, the beloved


I read you for some kind of poem
I interpret you as a poetic message


Covered in lines, the fossils I find Have they no life of their own?
The fossils I discover are covered in lines, are they not interesting on their own?


So can we pretend sweetly Before the mystery ends?
Can we enjoy each other's company before everything is revealed?


I am a man with a heart that offends With its lonely and greedy demands
I have a troubling heart that desires company at any cost


There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead
I feel like I have no substance, I'm speaking metaphorically


Such a waste, your beautiful face Stumbling carpet arise
It's a waste to waste your beauty on me, get off the dirty carpet


Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend Icarus, point to the sun
Do what you must, find your own way, like Icarus seeking the sun


If history speaks of two baby teeth I'm painting the hills blue and red
If the past tells of innocent times I'm trying to make those times colorful


They said beware, Lord hear my prayer I've wasted my throes on your head
They warned me, I prayed you'd understand my passionate efforts


So can we be friends, sweetly Before the mystery ends?
Can we enjoy our friendship before everything's revealed?


I love you more than the world can contain In its lonely and ramshackle head
I love you beyond what this world can hold in its crumbling state


There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead
I feel like I have no substance, I'm speaking metaphorically


I'm holding my breath My tongue on your chest What can be said of my heart?
I'm holding my breath with my tongue on your chest, my heart speaks volumes


If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek Where there remains but a mark
If the past is any indication, the kiss on my cheek lingers but like a fading mark


Beloved my John, so I'll carry on Counting my cards down to one
I'll remember John, and I'll continue on alone


And when I am dead, come visit my bed My fossil is bright in the sun
When I pass, come visit me, my impact will be like a fossil shining in the sun


So can we contend, peacefully Before my history ends?
Can we continue together peacefully before our story is over?


Jesus I need you, be near me, come shield me From fossils that fall on my head
Jesus, please help me, shield me from the weight of past troubles


There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead
I feel like I have no substance, I'm speaking metaphorically




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Written by: Sufjan Stevens

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Comments from YouTube:

Rick Astrology

I honestly love this version more than the actual release. This one feels more personal and touching, full of beautiful flaws evoking that much more emotion imo

Alexandra Mandell

Yes!!!! This version is so much better than the release version.

MightyMitoMaria

Good tears via posting of this song version and God's wondrous timing. Terminally ill but still fighting this beast, my family took me to one of my favorite NorCal beaches. Sadly, we pass through the hell on earth fires that destroyed our valleys. Yet, when we reach the always healing waters, pure bliss. As I was sitting on the shoreline; this GEM of a song, which means much to me, was playing in my head on repeat. For in a manner of speaking I'm dead. Little fear of death remains but I reflect on this one phrase daily. I do believe Johns Beloved will be greeting me sweetly and most kindly. Peace to you all. LIFT each other. BE LOVE. BE NOT AFRAID. LET'S BE BRAVE!

Patrick Wilde

Hope 4 the best life 4 u

Mia Martinez

Maria. Are you still with us? I hope you're doing well.

Test Goober

Thank you for that Maria. This song (and album) broke me when I listened to it, I think I was already breaking before, but then, the more I listened to it, it started to mend my heart back together. I don't know if this sounds like nonsense, but it was the kind of breaking that has to happen for something else, something better to take its place. But thank you for sharing, your words touched me. God bless you and everyone around you.

Vengesta C.

Checked your channel, glad you’re still doing well Maria

Majora

god bless you, maria.

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Wild Daisies

Sufjan's music is like a pure kind of medicine. It'll cure whatever ails you.

Amrit Singh Chauhan

Or it's gonna hurt you like hell

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