THE DOORS — The Wasp (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)
Em
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.
Em
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.
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E, F#, E, F#, E, F#, G#, G, F#, E, Em.
Em
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.»
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Listen to this I’ll tell you about the heartaches;
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I’ll tell you about heartache and the loss of God.
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I’ll tell you about the hopeless night,
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The meager food my soul forgot,
F# G# G F# E Em
Tell you about the maiden with the wrought i — ron soul.
Em
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat,
Soft driven, slow and mad like some new language.
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Listen to this I’ll tell you about Texas;
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I’ll tell you about Texas Ra — di — o.
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I’ll tell you about the hopeless night,
C# A C# A
The wanderin’ the Western dream,
F# G# G F# E Em
Tell you about the maiden with the wrought i — ron soul.
