You've been there, in the big city You've never been much, anywhere You've thought about me, tell me the truth I prefer that the matter is not personal What is your law and motive? What is your ritual? I don't want interviews in depth Talk to me about you, about your loneliness It's the artist's own, just like copying and pasting on you Yesterday's enemies, today's allies A machine doesn't stop, since it records my voice I want more of you, of your walk I collect flies and read Kierkegaard Stop pretending, stop looking The next behavior you're going to analyze Stick to me, tropical scene If you change your posture, you're going to disfigure me Stick to me, tropical scene The jola jola dance, we're going to dance The jola jola dance, we're going to dance The jola jola dance, we're going to dance Yesterday's enemies, today's allies A machine doesn't stop, since it records my voice I don't care what you have, you're not going to broadcast it I don't care what you have to do today I'd rather be Bob Dylan than Manuel Campo Vidal The next interview, we'll do it with Sky I'd rather be Bob Dylan than Manuel Campo Vidal The next interview, we'll do it with Sky Ah... Oh... Ah...