text: I wanna tell you bout Texas radio and the big beat
  Comes out of the Virginia swamps, cool and slow
  With rugged precision
  The 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 die
  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
  Now listen to this, and Ill tell you bout the heartache
  Ill tell you bout the heartache and the, loss of God
  Ill tell you bout the hopeless night
  The meager food for souls forgot
  Ill tell you bout 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 and Ill tell you about the Texas
  Ill tell you about the Texas, radio
  Ill tell you bout the hopeless night
  Wandering the western dream
  Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul