I want to 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 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 honour 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 about the heartache and the loss of God
I’ll tell you about the hopeless night
The meagre 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 about Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft driven, slow and mad, like some new language

Now, listen to this, and I’ll tell you about the Texas
I’ll tell you about the Texas Radio
I’ll tell you ’bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul