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 she'd 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? і “sorry, young manі -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. і
I would be rather happy here
If I could tell you where I will be
Passing by
With a smile
With a smile
Yeah
