Sigmund Freud

In den sechziger Jahren tauchten in amerikanischen Konzertsälen drei junge Männer in scharfen dunklen Anzügen, weißen Hemden und dunklen Schlipsen auf (also dieser Uniform der mods, die sich manchmal nur schwer von den nerds unterscheiden ließen), die sehr witzige Songs sangen. Der Name der drei Sänger war Chad Mitchell Trio, und nachdem sie Harry Belafonte 1960 auf seiner Platte Belafonte Returns to Carnegie Hall vorgestellt hatte, war ihre Karriere gesichert. Einen Song von ihnen habe ich nie vergessen. Und da heute vor hundert Jahren die Wiener Psychoanalytische Vereinigung im Haus von Doktor Sigmund Freud in Wien offiziell gegründet wurde, möchte ich diesen Song zur Feier des Tages hier einstellen. Als ich am Anfang meines Studiums den großen Curt Bondy in Hamburg hörte, ist mir dieser wunderbare Song während der ganzen Vorlesung im Sommersemester nicht aus dem Sinn gegangen. Hätte Bondy darüber lachen können, wenn ich ihm den mühsam von der Platte transkribierten Text auf das Lesepult gelegt hätte? Der Song ist nach einem halben Jahrhundert immer noch gut. Er ist auch das perfekte Gegenmittel zur akademischen Beschäftigung mit den Lehren von Dr. Freud.

Well, it started in Vienna not so many years ago
When not enough folks were getting sick
A starving young physician tried to better his position
By discovering what made his patients tick
He forgot about sterosis and invented the psychosis
And a hundred ways that sex could be enjoyed
He adopted as his credo "down repression of libido!"
And that was the start of Doctor Sigmund Freud

Well, Doctor Freud, oh Doctor Freud
How we wish you had been differently employed
But the set of circumstances
Still enhances the finances
of the followers of Doctor Sigmund Freud

Well, he analyzed the dreams of the teens and libertines
Substituted monologue for pills
He drew crowds just like Will Sadler
When along came Jung and Adler
And they said by God, there's gold in them there ills!
They encountered no resistance
When they served as Freud's assistants
As with ego and with id they deftly toyed
But instead of toting bedpans
They wore analytic deadpans
Those ambitious doctors Adler, Jung and Freud!

Well, Doctor Freud, oh Doctor Freud
How we wish you had been differently employed
But the set of circumstances
Still enhances the finances
of the followers of Doctor Sigmund Freud

Now the big three have departed
But not so the code they started
No, it's being carried on by a goodly band
And to trauma shock and force us
Someone's gone and added Rorschach
And the whole thing's got completely out of hand!
So old boys with double chinsies
And a thousand would-be Kinseys
They discuss it at the drop of a repression
And I wouldn't be complaining
But for all the loot I'm paying
Just to lie on someone's couch and say confession!

Well, Doctor Freud, oh Doctor Freud
How we wish you had been differently employed
But the set of circumstances
Still enhances the finances
of the followers of Doctor Sigmund Freud