Autovorbit

Everyone asks me: When are you coming back?
I stand before their eyes but they act blind
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
I drop the token and cross the edges
I hop out of the perimeters of the bumper cars
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit

Returns are as disappointing as ex-lovers
Ithaca is just a crowd of bathers
The old me won't come back to the speakers
I'm not fulfilling the wishes I had when I was twenty
God of memories, you absorb light: Chlorofeeling
You invade my days, you colonize them
But you are as biased like autobiographies and parents' opinions about their children
Chill as a young man, but I won't go back there
I used to read Popeye during the Years of Lead
And it seems too stupid to beat around the bush
I have a I'll be back, doubt sign on my shop
Because the only return that makes sense
It's the one in territories I've never been to
Because the only return that makes sense
It is that in territories where I am no majesty

Everyone asks me: When are you coming back?
I'm right in front of their eyes, but they act blind
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
I drop the token and cross the edges
I hop out of the perimeters of the bumper cars
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit

By taking so many steps backwards we reach the gallows
Toward the Duce saying: There's no going back
Toward the next war which is a near war
Until I return to Vietnam, return to Hiroshima
Until before divorce, before women's suffrage
Until the disease is cured with decoction and leaves
Return of the age of clubs and of the ignorant
They make me nauseous like hairpin bends
Prodigal, prodigal sons return
To start fires, yes, Prodigy
I look where I point my index finger, I don't look at my thumbs
Cords like ribbons, goals like scissors
Above I have a sliver of sky left
I park my Passat in a dead end street
Each of my new albums is Chekhov's swan song
After which I disappear, I go back to my corner, little gecko

Everyone asking me when you're coming back
I'm right in front of their eyes, but they act blind
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
I drop the token and cross the edges
I hop out of the perimeters of the bumper cars
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit

DnB, heavy metal, and swing are coming back
Novelty is the one lacking appeal
Fascism is returning and it's World War 3
Let's get the Hotchkiss and the machine guns ready
The crisis is coming back, it's just a stone throw away
We're already going from Wall Street to Caritas
At the theatre they show a movie, which is the remake of a movie
Which is a remake of a movie made thirty years ago
(Won't return, won't return, won't return!)
Out of orbit
Out of orbit
Out of orbit