The Wasp -THE DOORS

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