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   yeah