Song lyrics The wasp texas radio and the big beat by The Doors

I wanna tell you Žbout 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 itŽs 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 IŽll tell you Žbout the heartache
IŽll tell you Žbout the heartache and the lose of God
IŽll tell you Žbout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
IŽll tell you Žbout the maiden with wrought iron soul

IŽll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn

IŽll tell you Žbout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivinŽ, slow and mad, like some new language

Now, listen to this, and IŽll tell you Žbout the Texas
IŽll tell you Žbout the Texas Radio
IŽll tell you Žbout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you Žbout the maiden with wrought iron soul