THE WASP (TEXAS RADIO & 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.

E, F, E, F, G, E, F#, E, F#, A, A#, B,
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."


   E           F#       E             F#                   G
Listen to this I'll tell you about the heartaches;
      E            F#     E              F#        A    A#   B
I'll tell you about heartache and the loss of God.
     E             F#          E             F#
I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
          C#       A            C#        A
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.


   E           F#       E             F#       G
Listen to this I'll tell you about Texas;
      E            F#    E       F#  A    A#  B
I'll tell you about Texas       Ra - di - o.
     E             F#          E             F#
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