...and it’s not just because of that song which Kylie was dead in...

His lyrics are awesome. Truly awesome. Inspired, etc.

Here’s a lil ditty he writ.

More News from Nowhere br>I walk into the corner of my room

See my friends in high places

I don’t know which is which or who is whom

They’ve stolen each other’s faces

Janet is there with her high head and hair

Full of bedroom feathers

Janet is known to make dead men groan

In any kind of weather

I crawl over to her

I say hey baby

I say hey Janet

You are the one, you are the sun

And I’m your dutiful planet

But she ain’t down with any of that

’Cause she’s heard that shit before

And I say uh huh, oh yeah you’re right

’cause I see Betty X standing by the door

With more news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere

And it’s getting strange in here

Yeah it’s getting stranger every year

More news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere

Alright now

Now Betty X is like Betty Y minus that fatal chromosome

Her hair is like the wine dark sea in which sailors come home

I say hey baby I say hey Betty X

I lean close up to her throat

This light you are carrying is like a lamp

Hanging from a distant boat

It is my light says Betty

Betty x says this light ain’t yours

And so much wind blew through her words

That I went rolling down the hall

For more news from nowhere

More news from nowhere, uh huh huh

And it’s strange in here

Yeah it gets stranger every year

More news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere, uh huh huh

I turn another corner

I go down a corridor

And I see this guy

He must be about one hundred foot tall

And he only has one eye

He asks me for my autograph

I write nobody and then

I wrap myself up in my woolly coat

And I blind him with my pen

’Cause someone must have stuck something in my drink

Everything’s getting strange lookin’

Half the people have turned into squealing pigs

The other half are cooking

Well let me out of here I cried

And I went pushing past

And I saw Miss Polly singing with some girls

I cried struck me to the mast

For more news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere, uh huh huh

It’s getting strange in here

And it gets stranger every year

More news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere

Well then a black girl with no clothes on

She danced across the room

We charted the progress of the planets

Around that boogie woogie moon

I called her my nubian princess

Gave her some sweet back fatass jive

Spent the next seven years between her legs

A-pining for my wife

But then by and by it all went wrong

I fell washed up on a shore

She stared down at me from up in the storm

And I sopped up on the floor

For more news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere uh huh huh

And don’t it make you feel alone

Don’t it make you wanna get right on home

More news from nowhere

More news from nowhere, let me hear it now

Well here comes Elena with two black eyes

She’s given herself a transfusion

She’s filled herself with panda blood

To avoid all the confusion

I say the sun rises and falls with you

And various things about love

But a rising violence in me cuts all my circuits off

Well Elena she starts screaming

Her cheeks are full of psychotropic leaves

Her extinction was nearly absolute

When she turned her back on me

For more news from nowhere

I said more news from nowhere

And it’s getting strange in here

Yeah it gets stranger every year

More news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere,

Alright

Alright

I bump and crash into Deanna

hanging pretty in the door frame

All the horrors that have befallen me

Well Deanna is to blame

Every time I se you baby

you make me feel so unalone

And I wipe my face into her dress

Long after she’d gone home

With more news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere

And don’t it make you feel alone

Yeah and don’t it make you wanna get right back home

More news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere

Alright

And don’t it make you feel so sad

Don’t the blood rush to your feet

To think that everything you do today

Tomorrow is obsolete

Technology and women

And little children too

Don’t it make you feel blue

Don’t it make you feel blue

For more news from nowhere

With more news from nowhere

Don’t it make you feel alone

Yeah and don’t it make you wanna get right back home

More news from nowhere

Yeah more news from nowhere

One last time.

Well I gotta say

Yeah I gotta say

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.