TEXAS RADIO 
(Jim Morrison)
The Doors


I'll tell you this... 
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn. 

Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused. 
One summer night, going to the pier, 
I ran into two young girls. 
The blonde one was called Freedom, 
The dark one, Enterprise. 
We talked and they told me this story. 
I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat 
Comes out of the Virginia swamps 
Cool and slow with plenty of precision 
And 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 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 meagre food for souls forgot 
I'll tell you about the maiden with raw iron soul 

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 the Texas 
I'll tell you about the Texas Radio 
I'll tell you about the hopeless night 
Wandering the Western dream 
Tell you about the maiden with raw iron soul