The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)


I wanna tell you about 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 about the heartache
I'll tell you about the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you about the hopeless nights,
The meager food, the souls forgot,
I'll tell you about 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 driven, slow and mad, like some new language...

Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you about Texas
I'll tell you about the Texas Radio
I'll tell you about the hopeless nights,
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul.

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