text: I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat
  Comes out of the Virginia swamps
  Cool and slow with money and precision
  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
  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 in the perimeter there are no stars
  Out here we is stoned, immaculate
  Now listen to this, Ill tell you about the heartache
  Ill tell you about the heartache and the loss of God
  Ill tell you about the hopeless night
  The meager food for souls forgot
  Ill tell you about the maiden with wrought-iron soul
  Ill tell you this
  No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
  Ill tell you bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
  Soft driven, slow and mad, like some new language
  Now, listen to this, Ill tell you about Texas
  Ill tell you bout Texas Radio
  Ill tell you bout the hopeless night
  Wandrin in the Western dream
  Tell you bout the maiden with wrought-iron soul