My Filk

I don't do this very often, but prettyoctopussy challenged me:

Here's my attempt:

JACQUES DERRIDA IS DEAD

(to the tune of Bela Lugosi's Dead)

Lies on lies wrapped in all known texts
Clarity is shed
Jacques Derrida is dead

The writer’s left behind his intentions
The reader’s lost his head
Between the lines of //differance//
Jacques Derrida is dead
Quite dead, quite dead, quite dead

The funereal worms ooze into his mind
Begin their deconstruction
Of their unearthly find
//destinerrance// is thine
Cher Jacques

Jacques Derrida is dead
Quite dead, quite dead, quite dead