Doors - The Wasp

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.

 

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E, F#, E, F#, E, F#, Ab, 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."

 

 

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Listen to this I'll tell you about the heartaches;

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I'll tell you about heartache and the loss of God.

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I'll tell you about the hopeless night,

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the meager food my soul forgot,

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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.

 

 

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Listen to this I'll tell you about Texas;

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I'll tell you about Texas       Ra - di - o.

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I'll tell you about the hopeless night,

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the wanderin' the Western dream,

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tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul