I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat
It comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow, with 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 contructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died

The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
And they are saying
"Forget the night! Live with us in forest of azure
Out here on the perimeter, there are no stars
Out here we is stoned--immaculate"

Listen to this I´ll tell you about the heataches,
I´ll tell you about the heartaches and the loss of God
I´ll tell you about the hopeless night
The meager food the souls forgot
Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul

I´ll tell you this
No eternal reward can forgive us now
For wasting the dawn

I´ll tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat
Soft-driven, slow and mad like some new language

Now listen to this I´ll tell you about Texas
I´ll tell you about Texas Radio
I´ll tell you about the hopeless night
The wanderin´ the Western dream
Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul