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