Our latest 'theory through practical' project was to create our own song about Postmodernism, similar to the 'I'm so Postmodern' song shown below.
My song uses the tune of Lorde's song 'Royals' but the lyrics have been replaced to represent postmodernism. The lyrics to my original version are shown below, with the original lyrics to the song posted beneath.
It’s nostalgia of the
dead
There’s no narrative
at all to this movie
And I’m just trying
to impress,
Dunno who I am, this
is just a parody
But every theory’s
like hyperreality, queer sexuality
Social inequality,
these are our philosophies,
We don't care, we're crushing
all the modern dreams.
But Baudrillard was like
it’s simulacra and simulation.
Postmodernism is in
our generation.
We don't care, pastiche
is in the air.
And we’re so
postmodern (postmodern).
Weirdness is in our
blood,
Countries will be run
by thugs.
And Gaga is our drug.
Leyotard is the ruler
(ruler),
Caught up in these
theories
But baby it’s cool,
it’s cool, it’s cool.
This is your reality.
I've never seen a diamond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I'm not proud of my address,
In a torn-up town, no postcode envy
But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.
And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I'm not proud of my address,
In a torn-up town, no postcode envy
But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.
And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.
