country song for jacques derrida
If I had a microphone for vocals, I might try my hand at recording a tongue-in-cheek song I wrote with Mike (and others?) in grad school. You'll just have to make do with the lyrics:
DeconstructionWe also wrote a song about Lacan called ahem "Just Like the Penis My Mom Never Had," but now's not the time for that little ditty.Deconstruction,
When will you be satisfied?
Deconstruction,
You're never satisfied.
You never listen to a word I say.
You only want to deconstruct me.
But I'm not a text.Deconstruction,
Your means have no ends.
Deconstruction,
You got more enemies than friends.
You never listen to a word I say.
You only want to deconstruct me.
But I'm not a text.Gonna find me another theory.
One not used by every other slob.
Mostly I need somethin' that will
Get me a job (preferably tenure track)[Repeat first verse]
Comments
Ha! The Lacan part made me literally laugh out loud. I look forward to you sharing that ditty in the future.
Posted by: Liz | October 11, 2004 6:53 PM
Yes, Lacan please!
Posted by: Julie | October 11, 2004 9:00 PM
I wrote a song in grad school about Jerome McGann, set to the the tune of "Cruella DeVil." I smell an album in the works.
Posted by: Ryan | October 12, 2004 11:48 AM
Came across your entry here, George, while I'm plundering audio material for my joint Derrida/Christopher Reeve tribute show tomorrow night (make Weez listen). There's actually a postpunk exercise in deconstrion by Scritti Politti, one song actually called "(I'm in love with) Jacques Derrida." Get or build a microphone, man!
Posted by: Midnight Platypus | October 13, 2004 7:15 PM
Wow, it sounds like there's more going on here than I would have thought!
This is all I remember from the Lacan song:
Posted by: George | October 14, 2004 1:57 PM