Texas Radio And The Big Beat
I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia
swamps
Cool and slow with a back beat
Narrow and hard to master
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've
constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the
Pharaoh died
Children
The river contains specimens
The voices of
singing women
Call us on the far shore
And they are saying
"Forget
the Night
live with us in Forests of azure"
Meager food for souls
forgot
I tell you this;
No eternal reward will
Forgive us now
for
Wasting the dawn
One morning you awoke
And the strange
sun
And opening your door...
- Jim Morrison