The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat) The Doors

I wanna tell you 'bout Texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps, cool and slow
With plenty of 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 route
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
Now listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the, loss 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