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Doors, TheL.A. WomanThe wasp (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big BeatComes out of the Virginia swampsCool and slow with money and decisionWith a back beat narrow and hard to masterSome call it heavenly in it's brillianceOthers, mean and ruthful of the Western dreamI love the friends I have gathered together on this thinraftWe have constructed pyramids in honor of our escapingThis is the land where the Pharaoh diedThe Negroes in the forest brightly featheredThey are saying, "Forget the night.Live with us in forests of azure.Out here on the perimeter there are no starsOut here we is stoned - immaculate."Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartacheI'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of GodI'll tell you 'bout the hopeless nightThe meager food that my soul forgotI'll tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soulI'll tell you thisNo eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawnI'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big BeatSongtexteSoft drivin', slow and mad, like some new languageNow, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the TexasI'll tell you 'bout the Texas RadioI'll tell you 'bout the hopeless nightWandering the Western dreamTell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul Aus Songtexte Mania