Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson - Illness As Metaphor Lyrics |
Broadway Musical Lyrics Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson - Illness As Metaphor Lyrics
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? JACKSON: There is this illness in the end I need To get it out So when I bleed. ENSEMBLE: 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 JACKSON: 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. RACHEL: And when the doctor says you're gonna make it I tell him why I'm able to take ENSEMBLE: 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.
Review: Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson the Musical Lyrics
Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson the Musical Lyrics
SYNOPSIS Populism Yea Yea I'm Not That Guy Illness As Metaphor I'm So That Guy Ten Little Indians The Corrupt Bargain Rock Star The Great Compromise Public Life Crisis Averted The Saddest Song Second Nature The Hunters Of Kentucky
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