Ulysses…

I am not in the Himalaya mountains. Not on the top of the world.
And I think Bob Geldof wasn't singing or talking about that neither.
He definitely wasn't singing or writing about that top the world.

I am sitting in an Irish pub. Drinking that good old Irish ale.
Dark and foamy. Or is it beer? Ale? Beer? What's the difference anyway?

I am sitting in an Irish pub. Reading 'Ulysses' by James Joyce.
Not understanding one word.

And I'm in search of something.
Not knowing what exactly.

Well, I sit and hear sentimental footsteps. And then a voice say "Hi, so?
So what you got? What you got this time? Come on, let's get high.
Come on Lexxo what you got next-o? Walking twenty five miles-o?
Well, I'm bored, I'm bored. C'mon, let's get high!

Come on, let's get high!
Come on, let's get high!
High!"

Well, I found a new way. I found a new way.
Come on, don't amuse me.
I don't need your sympathy.
La, la, la, la, la Ulysses!
I'll find a new way.
I'll find a new way, baby.

Am I Ulysses? Am I Ulysses? No, but you are now, boy
So sinister, so sinister. But last night was wild.
What's the matter there? Feeling kind of anxious, that hot blood grow cold?
Yeah, everyone, everybody knows it. Yeah, everyone, everybody knows it.
Everybody knows I...

La, la, la, la, la Ulysses!
I'll find a new way.
I'll find a new way, baby.

La, la, la, la, la Ulysses!
I'll find a new way.
Well, I'll find a new way, baby.

Oh, oh
Then suddenly you know
You're never going home
You're never
You're never
You're never
You're never
You're never
You're never
You're never going home.

I'm not Ulysses, baby, no.
La, la, la, la, wooh!
You're not Ulysses, wooh!
La, la, la, la, wooh!