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:

Deconstruction
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]

We 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.

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6 thoughts on “country song for jacques derrida

  1. 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!

  2. Wow, it sounds like there’s more going on here than I would have thought!
    This is all I remember from the Lacan song:

    Just like the penis my mom never had.
    Just thinkin’ about it makes me wanna kill dad.
    Just like the penis my mom never had.
    It might not be love, but I guess it ain’t bad.

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