I want to tell you about Texas Radio and
the Big Beat

It comes out the Virgin Swamps cool & slow
with plenty of precision & back beat narrow
and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brillance
others mean & rueful of the Western dream.

I love the friends I have gathered together
on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our
escaping
This is the land where the pharoah died
Children
The river contains specimens The voices
of singing women call us on the far shore

and they are saying "Forget the Night
live w/us in Forests of azure"

I tell you this, no eternal reward will
forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

One morning you awoke & the strange sun
& opening your door..

Out here on the perimeter there are no
stars
Out here we is stoned immaculate.
Jim Morrison