I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat.
It comes out of the Virginia swamps
cool and slow with rugged precision
with a backbeat narrow and hard to master.
S ome call it heavenly in its brilliance
others mean and rueful of the Western dream.
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft.
We have constructed pyramids in honour of our escaping.
This is the land where the Pharaoh died.
T he negroes in the forest brightly feathered and they are saying:
"Forget the night! Live with us in forests of azure
out here on the perimeter there are no stars.
Out here we is stoned immaculate."
List en to this I 'll tell you abou t the heartaches ;
I'll te ll you about heartac he and th e loss of God.
I'll t ell you about the hope less nig ht
the meager food my s oul forgo t
t ell you about the maiden with the wroug ht i - ron soul .
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat
soft driven slow and mad like some new language.
List en to this I 'll tell you abou t Texas;
I'll te ll you abo ut Tex as Ra - di - o.
I'll t ell you a bout the hop eless night
the wanderi n' the Weste rn dream
t ell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron sou l.