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MIm
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat.
It comes out of the Virginia swamps,
cool and slow with rugged precision,
with a backbeat narrow and hard to master.
MIm
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.
E, F, E, F, G, E, F#, E, F#, A, A#, B,
E, F#, E, F#, E, F#, G#, G, F#, E, Em.
MIm
The negroes in the forest, brightly feathered, and 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."
MI FA# MI FA# SOL
Listen to this I'll tell you about the heartaches;
MI FA# MI FA# LA SIb SI
I'll tell you about heartache and the loss of God.
MI FA# MI FA#
I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
DO# LA DO# LA
the meager food my soul forgot,
FA# SOL# SOL FA# MI MIm
tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul.
MIm
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat,
soft driven, slow and mad like some new language.
MI FA# MI FA# SOL
Listen to this I'll tell you about Texas;
MI FA# MI FA# LA SIb SI
I'll tell you about Texas Ra - di - o.
MI FA# MI FA#
I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
DO# LA DO# LA
the wanderin' the Western dream,
FA# SOL# SOL FA# MI MIm
tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul.
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