"Now listen to this;
I'll tell you about
Texas Radio & the Big Beat
Soft driven slow & mad
like some new language
Reaching your head
w/the cold &sudden fury
of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about
heartache& the loss
of God
Wandering, wandering
in hopeless night
The negroes in the forest
brightly feathered
let me show you the maiden
w/wrought-iron soul
Out here on the perimeter
there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
immaculate"
