[00:09.55]I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
[00:12.10]
[00:17.98]Comes out of the Virginia swamps
[00:19.91]Cool and slow with plenty of precision
[00:22.15]
[00:22.95]With a back beat narrow and hard to master
[00:25.27]
[00:33.81]Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
[00:36.00]
[00:36.63]Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
[00:39.06]
[00:41.74]I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
[00:45.01]
[00:45.94]We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
[00:48.92]
[00:49.68]This is the land where the Pharaoh died
[00:51.92]
[01:14.44]The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
[01:17.25]
[01:18.06]They are saying, "Forget the night.
[01:20.25]
[01:21.00]Live with us in forests of azure.
[01:23.18]
[01:24.49]Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
[01:27.11]
[01:27.99]Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
[01:31.04]
[01:33.48]Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
[01:36.28]
[01:37.47]I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God
[01:40.95]
[01:41.64]I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
[01:43.65]The meager food for souls forgot
[01:45.66]I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
[01:49.58]
[01:54.08]I'll tell you this
[01:54.92]No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
[01:59.04]
[02:46.53]I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
[02:49.27]
[02:50.52]Soft driven, slow and mad, like some new language
[02:53.64]
[03:54.26]Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
[03:57.09]
[03:58.34]I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
[04:01.36]
[04:02.25]I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
[04:04.25]Wandering the Western dream
[04:06.25]Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul

I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's 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 on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft driven, slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul