Джим Моррисон
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The Doors

I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat.

Comes out of the Virginia swamps,

Cool and slow, with money and decision

And a back beat narrow and hard to master.



Some call it heavenly in its brilliance,

Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream.

1 love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft

We've constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping.

This is the land where the Pharaoh died.



The Negroes in the forest, brightly feathered,

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."



Now listen to this: I'll tell you about the heartache,

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

I'll tell you about the hopeless night,

The meager food for souls forgot,

Tell you about the maiden with wrought-iron soul.



I'll tell you this:

No eternal reward will forgive us now

For wasting the dawn.



1'11 tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat,

Soft driven, slow and mad,

Like some new language.



Now listen to this: I'll tell you about Texas,

I'll tell you about Texas Radio.

I'll tell you about the hopeless night,

Wanderin' the Western dream,

Tell you about the maiden with wrought-iron soul.