Now listen to this:
I'll tell you about
Texas Radio & the Big Beat
Soft driven slow & mad
like some new language
Reaching your head
with the cold and sudden fury
of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about
heartache and the loss of God
Wandering, wandering
in hopeless night
The negroes in the forest
brightly feathered
let me show you the maiden
with wrought-iron soul
Out here on the perimeter
there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
immaculate
I'll tell you about
Texas Radio & the Big Beat
Soft driven slow & mad
like some new language
Reaching your head
with the cold and sudden fury
of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about
heartache and the loss of God
Wandering, wandering
in hopeless night
The negroes in the forest
brightly feathered
let me show you the maiden
with wrought-iron soul
Out here on the perimeter
there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
immaculate