The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat) [Live Hollywood Bowl 1968]

I wanna tell you about 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 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, 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 nights The meager food, the 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, I'll tell you about Texas I'll tell you about Texas Radio I'll tell you about the hopeless nights Wand'rin' in the Western dream Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul