The Ascension
sufjan stevens Lyrics


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When I am dead and the light leaves my breast
Nothing to be told, nothing to confess
Let the record show what I couldn't quite confess
For by living for myself, I was living for unrest
Then the evidence came back in a chariot of vindication
Something to behold, glorious in its path
But the prophecy fell back
As it gave to me an invitation
Show them what is right, show them what is blessed

But now it strikes me far too late again
That I was asking far too much of everyone around me
And now it strikes me far too late again
That I should answer for myself
As the ascension falls upon me

So what should be said, of a life that leaves its mess?
For once your life was sold, it could never be possessed
You were selfishly as a continent
You were finally at your best
For you favored for yourself when selfishness was blessed
Then Cordelia came back in a chariot hallucination
Something to rejoice, glorious in its wrath
But the prophecy was a pantomime
As it came to me in accusation
Show them what is right, show them what is best

But now it strikes me far too late again
That I was asking far too much of everyone around me
And now it strikes me far too late again
That I should answer for myself
As the ascension falls upon me

And now it frightens me, the thought against my chest
To think I was asking for a reason
Explaining why everything's a total mess
And now it frightens me, the dreams that I possess
To think I was acting like a believer
When I was just angry and depressed
And to everything there is no meaning
A season of pain and hopelessness
I shouldn't have looked for revelation
I should have resigned myself to this

I thought I could change the world around me
I thought I could change the world for best
I thought I was called in convocation
I thought I was sanctified and blessed

But now it strengthens me to know the truth at last
That everything comes from consummation
And everything comes with consequence
And I did it all with exultation
While you did it all with hopelessness
Yes, I did it all with adoration
While you killed it off with all of your holy mess

What now?
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Overall Meaning

In "The Ascension" by Sufjan Stevens, the lyrics depict a reflection on life, mortality, and the consequences of one's actions. The singer contemplates what will be said about their life after death, realizing that there are things left unsaid and unconfessed. They acknowledge that their pursuit of personal fulfillment and unrest prevented them from truly connecting with others. The arrival of evidence, represented as a chariot of vindication, offers an opportunity to reveal what is right and blessed. However, the singer realizes too late that they had asked too much of those around them and should have taken responsibility for their own actions. The ascension, symbolic of a transformative spiritual experience, now falls upon them.


The second verse introduces Cordelia, who appears in a chariot hallucination. This vision brings both joy and wrath, but it also accuses the singer. They are urged to show what is right and best, highlighting their previous struggle with selfishness. The lyrics address the messiness and complexity of life and the inability to possess and control it. The singer acknowledges their own selfishness and how it had been favored during a time when selfishness was encouraged. They reflect on the fear of realizing that they had been seeking reasons for the messiness of life, acting as if they were a believer when they were really just angry and depressed. The song concludes with the realization that everything comes with consequences and consummation, emphasizing that the singer approached life with adoration while others experienced hopelessness.


Line by Line Meaning

When I am dead and the light leaves my breast
When I have passed away and my life force diminishes


Nothing to be told, nothing to confess
No secrets or confessions left to share


Let the record show what I couldn't quite confess
May the evidence speak for what I couldn't fully admit


For by living for myself, I was living for unrest
Because my selfish existence caused turmoil and dissatisfaction


Then the evidence came back in a chariot of vindication
Proof returned triumphantly, bringing justification


Something to behold, glorious in its path
A sight to marvel at, magnificent in its presence


But the prophecy fell back
Yet the foresight faltered


As it gave to me an invitation
Presenting an opportunity to me


Show them what is right, show them what is blessed
Demonstrate righteousness, reveal true blessings


But now it strikes me far too late again
Now I realize, though belatedly


That I was asking far too much of everyone around me
I demanded excessive from those near me


And now it strikes me far too late again
And now I comprehend, though tardily


That I should answer for myself
That I should take responsibility for my actions


As the ascension falls upon me
As elevation and enlightenment encompass me


So what should be said, of a life that leaves its mess?
What can be spoken about a life that leaves chaos behind?


For once your life was sold, it could never be possessed
Once your life was exchanged, it could never be fully owned


You were selfishly as a continent
You acted selfishly like a landmass


You were finally at your best
You reached your peak in self-centeredness


For you favored for yourself when selfishness was blessed
Because you prioritized yourself when selfishness was praised


Then Cordelia came back in a chariot hallucination
Then Cordelia returned symbolically, but as an illusion


Something to rejoice, glorious in its wrath
Something to celebrate, magnificent in its anger


But the prophecy was a pantomime
But the prediction was a pretense


As it came to me in accusation
It approached me with blame


Show them what is right, show them what is best
Guide them towards righteousness, reveal what is superior


And now it frightens me, the thought against my chest
And now I am scared of the thought pressing against my heart


To think I was asking for a reason
To realize I was seeking a justification


Explaining why everything's a total mess
Elucidating why everything is in complete disarray


And now it frightens me, the dreams that I possess
And now the dreams I have cause me fear


To think I was acting like a believer
To consider that I was pretending to be faithful


When I was just angry and depressed
When in reality, I was only filled with anger and sadness


And to everything there is no meaning
And there is no significance in anything


A season of pain and hopelessness
A period characterized by suffering and despair


I shouldn't have looked for revelation
I shouldn't have searched for enlightenment


I should have resigned myself to this
I should have accepted my circumstances


I thought I could change the world around me
I believed I could alter the world surrounding me


I thought I could change the world for best
I thought I could improve the world


I thought I was called in convocation
I believed I was summoned for an assembly


I thought I was sanctified and blessed
I thought I was purified and favored


But now it strengthens me to know the truth at last
But now it empowers me to finally understand the truth


That everything comes from consummation
That everything arises from completion


And everything comes with consequence
And everything carries repercussions


And I did it all with exultation
And I did everything with jubilation


While you did it all with hopelessness
While you did everything filled with despair


Yes, I did it all with adoration
Indeed, I did everything with adoration


While you killed it off with all of your holy mess
While you destroyed it all with your chaotic sanctity


What now?
What comes next?


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Written by: Sufjan Stevens

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L. G.

When I am dead and the light leaves my breast
Nothing to be told, nothing to confess
Let the record show what I couldn't quite confess
For by living for myself, I was living for unrest
Then the evidence came back in a chariot of vindication
Something to behold, glorious in its path
But the prophecy fell back as it gave to me an invitation
Show them what is right, show them what is blessed

But now it strikes me far too late again
That I was asking far too much of everyone around me
And now it strikes me far too late again
That I should answer for myself as the ascension falls upon me

So what should be said of a life that leaves its mess?
For once your life was sold, it could never be possessed
You were selfishly as a continent, you were finally at your best
For you favored for yourself when selfishness was blessed
Then Cordelia came back in a chariot hallucination
Something to rejoice, glorious in its wrath
But the prophecy was a pantomime as it came to me in accusation
Show them what is right, show them what is best

But now it strikes me far too late again
That I was asking far too much of everyone around me
And now it strikes me far too late again
That I should answer for myself as the ascension falls upon me

And now it frightens me, the thought against my chest
To think I was asking for a reason explaining why everything's a total mess
And now it frightens me, the dreams that I possess
To think I was acting like a believer when I was just angry and depressed
And to everything there is no meaning, a season of pain and hopelessness
I shouldn't have looked for revelation, I should have resigned myself to this

I thought I could change the world around me
I thought I could change the world for best
I thought I was called in convocation
I thought I was sanctified and blessed

But now it strengthens me to know the truth at last
That everything comes from consummation, and everything comes with consequence
And I did it all with exultation while you did it all with hopelessness
Yes, I did it all with adoration while you killed it off with all of your holy mess

What now?
What now?



All comments from YouTube:

Alex Meechan

One of the best songs Sufjan has ever written imo

Johnny Hinton

yes

WhoDa WhatNow

Agreed. And as I read this comment and listen to this song. It has 111 thousand views and was uploaded 11 months again. A magical song really.

Zed Boringer

Def. His most self important... Imo

Carlos Garrido

Of course.

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MD-80

My older brother was a huge admirer for Sufjans work since the day I have recommended him. He passed away this year. How much I wish that he could listen to this beautiness. "I thought I could change the world around me." Well, Sufjan's music did change mines since his release of 'Carrie and Lowell'. The desperation in his softly voice surrounds me like I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every moment I am listening to him.

HOPELESS Ent.

Sorry for your loss and may the Trees in The Field Clap Their Hands when he ascended.

dorfal8855

May god bless your brother's soul

Tionne · ティオンヌ

So sorry for your loss, may he RIP and God bless🙏💕

Ronney Rendon

He may not be here "in the flesh," but he is very much still alive. The fact that you just wrote about him in. such a detailed. manner, don't be fooled. His spirit is very much still alive. He is alive as long as you keep him alive. Things aren't always. black and white. Things aren't always the. way we're told. HE is alive and by your side always. Never forget that. Speak to him. Share your stories with him. And look for signs. Leaves falling from trees. Birds flying between trees. The snail crossing the road. The cry of a child. People get stuck saying: why this. Why that. Why why why. Don't ask why. Give thanks. Your brother gave you gifts and you're a gift, and although we don't often know what it. is or why we are here etc, give the world your love and give to those struggling and help those who fall: give. Give to others is my only advise to you. Much love and adoration. xoxo ps: dia de los muertos is coming up (Nov 1st and 2nd) maybe make a small (or large) alter with photo's of your brother and things he loved (any foods and or gifts that he gave you) maybe play his favorite sujyan music too. On Nov 1st and 2nd light candles around your alter and sit with his photos and partake in food and desserts that he enjoyed and i promise you he will be right there, sitting with you, crying with you, laughing with you, etc. I do this every year and it helps a lot to keep in touch with all my loved ones.

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