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? “sorry, young man -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