Is this song about contact tracing? Add your own backstory. I referenced it yesterday on Facebook, citing the obvious takeover of the New York Times by Critical Theory Marxists. I love it in all kinds of ways, but, at its most accessible level, it is a concise reflection of ontology: The physiological consequences of emotional distress.
I’d like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It’s too much and it’s no good
I’m standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I’d like to give the information
You’re asking forBut blood makes noise
It’s a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can’t really hear you
In the thickening of fearI think that you might want to know
The details and the facts
But there’s something in my blood
Denies the memory of the acts
So just forget it Doc.
I think it’s really
Cool that you’re concerned
But we’ll have to try again
After the silence has returned‘Cause blood makes noise
It’s a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can’t really hear you
In the thickening of fearBlood makes noise
