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Applesauce 911

  • Genre: Metal
  • Released: March 30, 2026
  • Length: 3:57
The words

Lyrics

Verse 1

Static on the line My hand won’t hold still “Is she breathing? Is she bleeding? Is it poison? Is it pills?” I list every worst-case Like I read them in a book “She was fine Then she folded” I can’t stand how they look

Pre-Chorus

Is it stroke Is it heart Is it something in her lungs? Every word tastes like metal on my tongue Sirens in my head But the street stays dark Tell me you’re close Tell me you’re close

Chorus 1

So I call 911 and I can’t stop shaking Throw a hundred wild guesses at an empty room Please drive faster I can feel time breaking If you’re late by a minute I’m losing her too Lights in the distance I’m talking to God Every second is a blade that I can’t brush off Please, Just save my mother Is all that I’ve got Please, just save my mother Please, just save my mother

Verse 2

Keys on the counter Her shoes by the door I pace tiny circles Wear a track in the floor I think it’s her sugar Or a clot, or a fall Do you need more symptoms? I keep spilling them all

Pre-Chorus

Is it lungs Is it brain Is it something in her spine? I keep drawing new disasters in my mind Sirens in the air Finally cut the dark Tell me you’re here Tell me you’re here

Chorus 2

So I call 911 and I can’t stop shaking Throw a hundred wild guesses at an empty room Please drive faster I can feel time breaking If you’re late by a minute I’m losing her too Lights in the driveway I’m praying they’re God Every second is a blade that I can’t brush off Please, just save my mother Is all that I’ve got Please just save me my mother Please, just save my…

Bridge

Front door open Cool night air Boots on gravel Flashing glare They rush past me Up the walk I’m all heartbeat I’m all shock

Chorus 3

Then they point to the porch and my lungs collapse She’s in her favorite chair Wrapped up in her shawl I stutter, I was scared I just panicked, I snapped I thought death was in the kitchen in the walls Grandma waves them off with a shrug Of course Looks me dead in the eye like I’m at a loss Daughter voice cracks as she pleads her case hoarse: She won’t eat her applesauce She won’t eat her applesauce

About this song

“Applesauce 911” started with one of the dumbest jokes my partner and I ever made.

Which, naturally, meant it survived.

The setup is familiar:

EMS gets dispatched for altered mental status.

That can be serious, so you're already thinking through all the possibilities on the way there.

Stroke.

Low blood sugar.

Infection.

Medication problems.

Something neurological.

You arrive carrying the bags, ready to figure out what's happening.

Then the family explains the change that started everything:

“Grandma usually loves her applesauce.”

Pause.

“She just won't eat it today.”

And for one brief moment, you reconsider every decision in your life that somehow resulted in you standing in this particular living room.

To be fair, families know their loved ones better than we do.

Sometimes a tiny change really is the first clue that something is wrong.

But EMS also has an incredible talent for taking the strangest possible route to discovering that information.

That's what this song exaggerates.

Nearly four minutes of panic, sirens, desperate prayers and impending catastrophe...

all building toward the most devastating clinical revelation imaginable:

Grandma won't eat her applesauce.

We'll still check Grandma.

We'll still take the complaint seriously.

But we're absolutely talking about the applesauce on the ride back.

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