Illness as a Metaphor - Benjamín Walker, Justin Levine, Maria Elena Ramirez

Oh, Andrew Jackson

Oh, Andrew Jackson

Oh, Andrew Jackson

Oh, Andrew Jackson

Oh, Andrew Jackson

Oh, Andrew Jackson

Oh, Andrew Jackson

Oooo

I think you might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

My name is Rachel

A wise woman once wrote

That illness is not metaphor

So 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

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