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

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, I’ll tell you about the heartache

I’ll tell you about the heartache and the loss of God

I’ll tell you about the hopeless night

The meager food for souls forgot

I’ll tell you about 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, I’ll tell you about Texas

I’ll tell you 'bout Texas Radio

I’ll tell you 'bout the hopeless night

Wand’rin' in the Western dream

Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought-iron soul