The WASP (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)

I wanna tell you 'bout Texas radio and the big beat

Comes out of the Virginia swamps, cool and slow

With rugged precision

The 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 die

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

Now 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 about the Texas

I'll tell you about the Texas, radio

I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night

Wandering the western dream

Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul