paroles de chanson Funky Beat (a cappella) - Big Red

Doors, The
L.A. Woman
The wasp (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)
I wanna tell you ′bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with money and decision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful 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."
Listen to this, and I′ll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you ′bout the heartache and the lose of God
I′ll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food that my soul forgot
I′ll tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul
I′ll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you ′bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you ′bout the Texas
I′ll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I′ll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you ′bout the maiden with raw iron soul