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I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat |
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Comes out of the Virginia swamps |
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Cool and slow with plenty of precision |
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With a back beat narrow and hard to master |
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Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance |
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Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream |
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I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft |
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We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping |
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This is the land where the Pharaoh died |
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The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered |
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They are saying, 'Forget the night |
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Live with us in forests of azure |
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Out here on the perimeter there are no stars |
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Out here we is stoned - immaculate.' |
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Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache |
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I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God |
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I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night |
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The meager food for souls forgot |
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I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul |
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I'll tell you this |
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No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn |
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I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat |
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Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language |
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Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas |
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I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio |
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I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night |
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Wandering the Western dream |
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Tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul |
