Rounds Call from Rounds by Mediq

When sirens pierce hospital silence, everyone's truth emerges. "Rounds Call" captures that electric moment when hierarchies dissolve and medicine becomes pure mission—a code blue that transforms rivals into family. The drumline's militaristic precision marks heartbeats while filtered monitors beep in syncopated urgency beneath layered vocals that switch perspective between intern and attending.

The track builds from anxious minimalism—just breath samples and sparse percussion—into a full-bodied orchestration of organized chaos, mirroring how the Ward Block's factions coalesce when mortality hangs in the balance. Switch and Prescriber trade verses with surgical precision, their flows cutting through tension like a decisive incision.

Recorded during an actual 26-hour shift at Boston City, the production incorporates real pager alerts and the distinctive squeak of crash carts racing down linoleum hallways. The chorus expands with each repetition, voices stacking like hands during chest compressions—a soundscape that puts you right in the center of a resuscitation team finding unexpected harmony.

That final fade where exhausted breaths dissolve into monitor beeps might be the most honest portrait of medicine ever captured on wax. When they chant "Rounds call, rounds call, rivals become the crew," you'll feel what every healthcare worker knows: sometimes our deepest connections form in our most chaotic moments.

Tracklist

9.	Rounds Call	3:16

Lyrics

Morning barks, breath stuck in a staccato roll
Badge clicks once, I shoulder the block’s control

Pager coughs, rivals ghost behind a clipped page
Clipboard creaks with the weight of unscripted rage
I scope alleys where privilege unravels pride
Mask my nerves in Blackbook notes, staccato stride
Ward clock stutters—lines traded quick mid-glance
We draw borders at dawn, daring fate with a stance

Rounds flicker static—rank sharp in morning hush
Caseband snaps, snapping tension with a wry crush
My gaze catches errors, hands tune the storm
Status trims compassion thin, tradition the norm
I read between murmurs, chase certainty’s ghost
Still, I answer the call, side by rival, at post

Rounds call out—breath collides, code blue shines through
Division fades, we synchronize, purpose pulls us true
Under crisis, unity’s the stripe we wear anew
All hands gather, we push the ward right through

Hold the line, call the code, together we choose
Rounds call, rounds call, rivals become the crew

My steps borrow courage from the phrase you tossed
Pride traded for a steady hand—never count the cost
Alarm’s red pulse turns rivals into a team
Difference dissolves in adrenaline’s seam
In crisis, we breathe names, deliver what we mean
Blackbook wisdom lights the veins, unseen

Rounds call out—breath collides, code blue shines through
Division fades, we synchronize, purpose pulls us true
Under crisis, unity’s the stripe we wear anew
All hands gather, we push the ward right through

—Code blue, room fourteen, stat—
—Push the meds, draw the line, clear—
—Breathe the rhythm, steady now, shift near—
—Calls entwine, rivals gone, echo the plan—
We lift each other here, nobody stands alone

Rounds call out—breath collides, code blue shines through
Division fades, we synchronize, purpose pulls us true
Under crisis, unity’s the stripe we wear anew
All hands gather, we push the ward right through

Rounds call echoes long after the code is run

Credits

from Rounds, released June 26, 2025

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