it’s sunday..

I’m a bit hungover and learning this song seems like a good idea. It starts about one minute and forty seconds in, after his spoken word piece:

I wana tell you about texas radio and the big beat.
It comes out of the Virginia swamps cool and slow
with 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’ve gathered together on this thin raft.
We’ve contsructed pyramids in honour of our escaping,
for this is the land the pharaoh died.

Children, the river contains specimens.
The voices of singing woman call us on the far shore
and they are saying “forget the night, live with us in forests of azure”.

Meagre food for souls forgot
I tell you this….
no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..

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