I wanna tell you 'bout 
Texas Radio and the 
Big BeatComes out of the 
Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful of the 
Western dream
I love the friends 
I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the 
Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the nightLive with us in forests of azureOut here on the perimeter there are no starsOut here we is stoned immaculate"
Now, listen to this and 
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of 
GodI'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout 
Texas Radio and the 
Big BeatSoft, driven slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this and 
I'll tell you 'bout the 
TexasI'll tell you 'bout the 
Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the 
Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul