The Doors "The WASP" lyrics

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The WASP

I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big BeatComes out of the Virginia swampsCool and slow with plenty of precisionWith a back beat narrow and hard to master

Some call it heavenly in it's brillianceOthers, mean and rueful of the Western dreamI love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raftWe have constructed pyramids in honor of our escapingThis is the land where the Pharaoh died

The 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 for souls forgotI'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul

I'll tell you thisNo eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn

I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big BeatSoft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language

Now, 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 wrought iron soul

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