Benjamin Walker, Maria Elena Ramirez, Ben Steinfeld, Justin Levine -
Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson (Original Cast Recording)
Illness As a Metaphor
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oooo
JACKSON: I think you might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
RACHEL: My name is Rachel.
A wise woman once wrote
That illness is not metaphor
Than why do I feel sick when I look at you?
There is this illness in the end I need
To get it out
So when I bleed.
It's not blood
It's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
If you feel like you might throw up
Well that's a metaphor for how I feel
When I dream of you.
JACKSON AND RACHEL:
Bathed in your metaphorical blood.
And when the doctor says you're gonna make it
I tell him why I'm able to take
It's not blood
It's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
My pain transformed into art
But Susan Sontag's dead
So I guess her cancer wasn't metaphorical after all.
Sorry.
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oooo
JACKSON: I think you might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
RACHEL: My name is Rachel.
A wise woman once wrote
That illness is not metaphor
Than why do I feel sick when I look at you?
There is this illness in the end I need
To get it out
So when I bleed.
It's not blood
It's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
If you feel like you might throw up
Well that's a metaphor for how I feel
When I dream of you.
JACKSON AND RACHEL:
Bathed in your metaphorical blood.
And when the doctor says you're gonna make it
I tell him why I'm able to take
It's not blood
It's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
My pain transformed into art
But Susan Sontag's dead
So I guess her cancer wasn't metaphorical after all.
Sorry.
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Friedman
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