Blow on the Emergency Ward

Take B accelerates to a rowdy 135 BPM maritime romp with energetic gang shouts, banjo syncopation, and comic mechanical chimes.

The stories behind Blow on the Emergency Ward

The Frantic Shanty Cadence of Blow on the Emergency Ward — Take B accelerates to a rowdy 135 BPM maritime romp with energetic gang shouts, banjo syncopation, and comic mechanical chimes.
Racing the Clock on Bellevue Crash Cart Resuscitation — When multiple trauma cases overwhelm emergency bays, clinical engineering squads scramble to swap dead defibrillator batteries in minutes.

Six crash carts empty, ten car pile up on the

FDR drive, all the way, all the way, by no means.

As I walked down the

Bellevue corridor one day, hey, hey, blow the cart down, the

E .R. director was shouting away, give me some time to blow the cart down.

Six carts are empty, the paddles are dead

Ten trauma cases are heading ahead I rallied the squad from the basement floor

We'll show them how clipper ship sailors restore

So blow, boys, blow on the emergency ward

Swap out the sails and examine the quarter past

Selling crew on the

Manhattan tide No patient goes down on the biometh side

Way, hey, snapping the plug

Pull with the power and hey with the chug

We cracked open six cases

In ninety -odd seconds

Answering the call that duty reckoned

New lead acid batteries clicked in the slots

Testing discharge on the diagnostic spot 200 joules, 300 joules

Like the prettiest music the biomed sang

Restock the pads and the electoral,

ready for battle with heart and with soul

So blow, boys, blow on the emergency ward, swap out the cells and examine the core to fast

Sailing crew on the

Manhattan Tide, no patient goes down on the biomed side

Way, hey, snapping the plug, pull with the power and hey with the drug

15 minutes flat 6 carts

Back in the trauma bay

Clear for action all

the way, Bellevue!