Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful 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
raw 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 drivin', 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 raw iron soul