this is a tired old world i want
news from elsewhere
good news
bad news
on picture-postcards

this is a blind spot
this is an empty lot
i need a radio
i need a hilltop
i want my news from elsewhere

it is a mighty long way from
here to elsewhere
uphill
downhill
wish i had a
fourwheel-drive
wish i was a contender
but you are never standing
by the roadside
you are never waving at me
i would be rather happy here
if i could tell you where i will be
passing by
with a smile

t' is a funny idea that i should
be from somewhere
isn't it obvious
that i have never
never ever been there
i'm on the look-out
i don't belong here
it would be wonderfull
if i was wrong
i would be rather happy here
if i could tell you where i will be
passing by
with a smile

(spoken words:)
In the wooden shed he found a piece of cardboard on which the previous
occupant had written: â'‚¬?how can i please myself when i have no self to
please?³ â'‚¬?sorry, young man³ -thought Burroughs- â'‚¬?i think you are
kidding yourself. as long as you talk to yourself, you have a self. the
self is a pimping, blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to
there on word lines.³

i would be rather happy here
if i could tell you where i will be
passing by
with a smile
with a smile
yeah