I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps, cool and slow,
With a plenty of precision
And 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 Negroes in the forest, brightly feathered
And they are saying:
"Forget the night!
Live with us in forest of azure!
Out here on the perimeter, there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate"

Now listen to this:
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 night,
The meager food my soul forgot,
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 want to tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat,
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language

Now listen to this:
I'll tell you about Texas
I'll tell you about the Texas Radio
I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
The wandering o' Western dream,
Tell you about the maiden with wrought-iron soul