I want to tell you about Texas Radio
and the Big Beat.
It comes out of the Virgin Swamps
cool and slow with plenty of
precision
and a back beat narrow
and hard to master.
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 honor of our escaping.
This is the land where the pharaoh
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 with us in Forests of
azure.
I tell you this no eternal reward
will forgive now for wasting the
dawn.
One morning you awoke
and the strange sun and opening
your door..
Now listen to this I'll tell you about
Texas Radio and the Big Beat
soft driven slow and mad like
some new language.
Reaching your head with the
cold and sudden fury of a divine
messenger. Let me tell you about
heartache and the loss of God
Wandering, wandering in hopeless
night.
The negroes in the forest brightly
feathered
Let me show you the maiden with
wrought-iron soul
Out here on the perimeter
there are no stars
Out here we is stoned immaculate.
JDM