text: I wanna tell you bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
  It 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
  Others, mean and rueful of the western dream
  I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
  Weve constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
  For this is the land where the Pharaoh die
  Children, the river contains specimens
  The voices of 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 tell you this
  No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
  And one morning you awoke
  And the strange sun
  And opening your door...