The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)

I want to tell you 'bout Texas radio and the big beat Comes 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 rueful 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 night Live with us in forests of azure Out here on the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned, immaculate" Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God I'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 Beat Soft, driven, slow and mad, like some new language Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas I'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 --- The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat) - The Doors