Our Retired Explorer (Dines with Michel Foucault in Paris in 1969) - The Weakerthans

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

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 frostbitten 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

Oh, Antarctica

Oh, Antarctica

Oh, Antarctica