The Doors - The wasp

^EmI 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.

^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.

^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."

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^EmI want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat, soft driven, slow and mad like some new language.

Lis^Eten to this ^F#I'll tell^E you about Tex^F#as; ^G I'll t^Eell you about^F# Texas^E R^F#a - ^Adi - ^A#o. ^B I'll ^Etell you about^F# the hopeles^Es night, ^F# the wander^C#in' th^Ae Western drea^C#m, ^{A F#}tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul^{G# G F# E Em}