The evil, it spread like a fever ahead It was night when you died, my firefly What could I've said to raise you from the dead? Oh, could I be the sky on the Fourth of July? Well, you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior High? Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction Now, where am I? My fading supply Did you get enough love, my little dove? Why do you cry? And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best Though it never felt right My little Versailles The hospital asked: Should the body be cast? Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth Do you find it all right, my dragonfly? Shall we look at the Moon, my little loon? Why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife While it is light Well, you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die
The evil, it spread like a fever ahead It was night when you died, my firefly What could I've said to raise you from the dead? Oh, could I be the sky on the Fourth of July? Well, you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior High? Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction Now, where am I? My fading supply Did you get enough love, my little dove? Why do you cry? And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best Though it never felt right My little Versailles The hospital asked: Should the body be cast? Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth Do you find it all right, my dragonfly? Shall we look at the Moon, my little loon? Why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife While it is light Well, you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die We're all gonna die
“Fourth of July” é estruturada como um diálogo, alternando cada estrofe entre Sufjan Stevens e sua mãe, Carrie, enquanto ela estava no hospital.
A canção foi inspirada pela visita de Sufjan à mãe internada na UTI, onde ela sofria de câncer de estômago e ainda estava consciente apesar da dor e dos medicamentos.
Sufjan descreveu o momento de composição como um esforço para comunicar amor incondicional à mãe, transformando o medo da morte em uma experiência profunda e curativa.
Ele relatou que a perda de sua mãe deixou um “vazio” interior, e que a música serviu como meio de reconciliar esse luto intenso com o afeto mútuo que compartilhavam.
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