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I wantEm 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.
EmSome 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.
EFEFGEFEFAAB
EFEFEFGGFEEm
EmThe 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."
LisEten to this FI'll tellE you aboFut the heartacheGs;
I'll tEell you aboutF heartaEche and tFhe loss ofA God.A B
I'll Etell you aboutF the hopEeless niFght,
the meagerC food my Asoul forgCot, A
Ftell you about the maiden with the wrouGght i - ronG soFul. E Em
EmI want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat,
soft driven, slow and mad like some new language.
LisEten to this FI'll tellE you aboFut Texas;G
I'll tEell you abFout TeExas F RaA - diA - oB.
I'll Etell you Fabout the hoEpeless nightF,
the wanderCin' thAe WestCern dream,A
Ftell you about the maiden with the wroughtG i - ron soGul.F E Em
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