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

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? “
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 lines.

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