|Texas Radio And The Big Beat||
testi da "Alive, She Cried"
I want to tell you about Texas Radio
and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps, cool and slow
With a back beat, narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Other, 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 river contains speciemens
The voices of a singing women call us on the far shore
And they are saying:
Forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you this...
No eternal reward can forgive us now
For wasting the dawn
And one morning you awoke
And the strange sun
And opening your door...