I wanna 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 it's 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 lose 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 drivin', 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