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 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