Song | Our Retired Explorer (Dines With Michel Foucault In Paris, 1961) |
Artist | The Weakerthans |
Album | Reconstruction Site |
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Just one more drink and then I should be on my way home | |
I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about | |
I've had a really nice time, but my dogs need to be fed | |
I must say that in the right light, you look like Shackleton | |
Comment allez-vous ce soir? Je suis comme ci comme ça | |
Yes, a penguin taught me French back in Antarctica | |
Oh, I could show you the way shadows colonize snow | |
Ice breaking up on the bay off the Lassiter Coast | |
Light failing over the pole as every longitude leads | |
Up to your frost bitten feet, oh you're very sweet | |
Thank you for the flowers and the book by Derrida | |
But I must be getting back to dear Antarctica | |
Say, do you have a ship, and a dozen able men | |
That maybe you could lend me? | |
Oh, Antarctica |
Just one more drink and then I should be on my way home | |
I' m not entirely sure what you' re talking about | |
I' ve had a really nice time, but my dogs need to be fed | |
I must say that in the right light, you look like Shackleton | |
Comment allezvous ce soir? Je suis comme ci comme a | |
Yes, a penguin taught me French back in Antarctica | |
Oh, I could show you the way shadows colonize snow | |
Ice breaking up on the bay off the Lassiter Coast | |
Light failing over the pole as every longitude leads | |
Up to your frost bitten feet, oh you' re very sweet | |
Thank you for the flowers and the book by Derrida | |
But I must be getting back to dear Antarctica | |
Say, do you have a ship, and a dozen able men | |
That maybe you could lend me? | |
Oh, Antarctica |
Just one more drink and then I should be on my way home | |
I' m not entirely sure what you' re talking about | |
I' ve had a really nice time, but my dogs need to be fed | |
I must say that in the right light, you look like Shackleton | |
Comment allezvous ce soir? Je suis comme ci comme a | |
Yes, a penguin taught me French back in Antarctica | |
Oh, I could show you the way shadows colonize snow | |
Ice breaking up on the bay off the Lassiter Coast | |
Light failing over the pole as every longitude leads | |
Up to your frost bitten feet, oh you' re very sweet | |
Thank you for the flowers and the book by Derrida | |
But I must be getting back to dear Antarctica | |
Say, do you have a ship, and a dozen able men | |
That maybe you could lend me? | |
Oh, Antarctica |