I met Ferdinand de Saussure
On a night like this
On love he said
«I’m not so sure
I even know what it is
No understanding
No closure
It is a nemesis
You can’t use a bulldozer
To study orchids»
He said…
So we don’t know anything
You don’t know anything
I don’t know anything
about love
But we are nothing
You are nothing
I am nothing
Without love
I’m just a great composer
And not a violent man
But I lost my composure
And I shot Ferdinand
Crying «it’s well and kosher
to say you don’t understand
but this is for Holland-Dozier-Holland»
His last words were
We don’t know anything [etc]
His fading words were
We don’t know anything [etc]