The Doors Lyrics

9. 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 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

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