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: "how can i please myself when i have no self to
please?³ "sorry, young man³ -thought Burroughs- "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 lines³

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