Mojo's Beads

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

It 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

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

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 and I'll tell you about the heartache

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

I'll tell you about the hopeless night

The meager food my soul forgot

I tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul

I'll tell you this, no eternal reward

To forgive us now for wasting the dawn

I'll tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat

Soft driven slow and mad like some new language

Now listen to this and I'll tell you about the Texas

I'll tell you about the Texas radio

I'll tell you about the hopeless night

The wandering the Western dream

Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul