When I woke up this morning I got the academic blues
yeah I said when I woke up alone here this morning I got the academic blues
and she might not have been a post-graduate but my mind felt post-coital too
'cause that's the kind of descriptive analysis that goes with the academic blues
Yeah when I woke up this morning I had to rely on psycho-sexual imagery
'cause when I woke up this morning it occurred as an instance of the necessity
of advancing a naïve statement, even at this point in history
when the techno-economical structure is as differentiated as it's ever gonna be
- or might it be the case that my metaphors are as bloody exhausted as me
but when I woke up this morning I got the old cartesian blues
'cause when I woke up this morning I said, Rene must have felt this way too
and as soon as I'd stated that assumption, I knew I'd fail the ontological exam
since I can't really think much this morning, I DO think that I DON'T think I am
so when I woke up this morning I was an entity of a paradoxical kind
like some post-modern loss of identity had got me from behind
or else that girl from the lit.crit. departement has simply deconstructed my mind
oh when I woke up this morning I sure had the semiotic blues
'cause when I woke up this morning I said 'socks' when referring to shoes
now, shoes - the word and the concept - are two things that I used to combine
well, Saussure claimed that signifiers are arbitrary, and I'll sure take that as a sign (!)
but by the time I'd established that relation I'd simply forgotten my name
so now I'll call myself Theodore Ambrosius and be content that my content's still the same
no, when I woke up this morning I didn't really feel blue
I rather felt scarlet or crimson and turquoise and creamcoloured too
now any shade of your choice might describe my state equally right
'cause I resent the basic assumption of relating emotional conditions
to certain ranges within the visible spectrum of light
when I woke up this morning I said, hold it, your brains will be shrinking
yeah when I woke up this morning I said I'd like to go back to that symposium
but I'd better watch my drinking
and I said from now on I'm gonna watch my drinking
and I said from now on I'm gonna watch it any time I go on a spree
but if I'm gonna be the watchman, where's the watchman who's gonna watch me?
and I said I might still be a philosopher-king,
and it's just that the drink was too strong
and I said, remember getting drunk at that symposium
doesn't really prove Plato was wrong
and remember that in cartesian terms I'm not really sure I exist
which I guess weakens my point considerably,
or there might be a point that I've missed
when I woke up this morning I got the academic blues
yeah I said when I woke up alone here this morning
it gave me the academic blues
and there might have been ways to postpone it
but now I feel posthumous too
'cause that's the kind of retrospective analysis
that goes with the academic blues