The Doors — The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)
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I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with money and precision
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 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 in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned, immaculate"
Now listen to this, 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 for souls forgot
I'll tell you about the maiden with wrought-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 driven, slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, I'll tell you about Texas
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wand'rin' in the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought-iron soul
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with money and precision
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 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 in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned, immaculate"
Now listen to this, 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 for souls forgot
I'll tell you about the maiden with wrought-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 driven, slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, I'll tell you about Texas
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wand'rin' in the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought-iron soul
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coyotexxx2 wrote:
Great song. Thanks for playing it!
I agree!!
Great song. Thanks for playing it!
I agree!!
Affected 'poetry' + ridiculous carnival organ = bad idea
It's this kind of Doors song which remind me why I hate their music so much
Great song. Thanks for playing it!
vit wrote:
I don't think that word means what you think it means (*grin*). Maybe you meant that you never believed Morrison's affectation as a poet.
That is exactly what I intended to say and did indeed say.
I don't think that word means what you think it means (*grin*). Maybe you meant that you never believed Morrison's affectation as a poet.
That is exactly what I intended to say and did indeed say.
Hannio wrote:
I don't think that word means what you think it means (*grin*). Maybe you meant that you never believed Morrison's affectation as a poet.
It isn't hard to be a poet though, just publish a book of poetry or two (which this guy did). All that aside though, while this song is a great jam, the lyrics are to me poetry defined ... " Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm." So if The Wasp isn't poetry, then neither is this:
because i love you)last night
clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;
lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only
again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands
poising
to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night,all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in
the tide's acute weaving murmur
- ee ccummings
I loved the Doors from day one and Morrison Hotel is on my top 25 list. But I have never entertained the affectation of Morrison as poet.
I don't think that word means what you think it means (*grin*). Maybe you meant that you never believed Morrison's affectation as a poet.
It isn't hard to be a poet though, just publish a book of poetry or two (which this guy did). All that aside though, while this song is a great jam, the lyrics are to me poetry defined ... " Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm." So if The Wasp isn't poetry, then neither is this:
because i love you)last night
clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;
lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only
again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands
poising
to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night,all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in
the tide's acute weaving murmur
My foot be tap'n!
Really must be top 40 day.
Great segue from Escape Club's "God's Own Radio."
This one still works for me, though not as powerfully as in the past.
This one still works for me, though not as powerfully as in the past.
Yeah,stoned immaculate!
treatment_bound wrote:
Agreed! Sadly, organ music at sporting events is pretty much dead and gone these days, with crap like the Black Eyed Peas taking over.
R.I.P., Reggie Dunlop...
"Slapshot". the greatest (and only) hockey movie filmed in my hometown, Johnstown, Pa. More famous for floods.
Agreed! Sadly, organ music at sporting events is pretty much dead and gone these days, with crap like the Black Eyed Peas taking over.
R.I.P., Reggie Dunlop...
"Slapshot". the greatest (and only) hockey movie filmed in my hometown, Johnstown, Pa. More famous for floods.
I have not heard this song in good 10 years!
sky25 wrote:
Agreed! Sadly, organ music at sporting events is pretty much dead and gone these days, with crap like the Black Eyed Peas taking over.
R.I.P., Reggie Dunlop...
The only time organ music works is during Hockey games and in songs by the Doors.
Agreed! Sadly, organ music at sporting events is pretty much dead and gone these days, with crap like the Black Eyed Peas taking over.
R.I.P., Reggie Dunlop...
The only time organ music works is during Hockey games and in songs by the Doors.
There are a lot of good Doors songs out there. Unfortunately, this isn't one of them.
He seems really to be under a kilo of cocaine in this song. But differently as from
"The End", this song is real crap. As bad as can be.
Rarely has a band gone so far on so little. The Doors were at their best when they played rock n' roll. Manzarek and Kreiger worked well together. But when Morrison tried to "open everyone's eyes" with his sophomoric ramblings, the Doors missed the mark. Way overblown band. But Ray Manzarek was obviously one of the best at what he did.
I am shocked, revolted, disturbed, about the response of listeners to The Doors in RP.
In a way I understand...because The music of The Doors was not very popular between women and the guy community and a lot of listeners in RP belong to those 2 groups
oldslabsides wrote:
never was a doors fan....
Evidently, I always have been. (pimp)
never was a doors fan....
samiyam wrote:
Jim would have been a wonderful poet if he'd lived long enough. Unfortunately, heroin and enough money to indulge in his weaknesses did him in.
I loved the Doors from day one and Morrison Hotel is on my top 25 list. But I have never entertained the affectation of Morrison as poet.
mpchillz wrote:
Most of you are morons who will never produce anything on your, so you mock what you don't understand.
"Out here in the fieds we is stoned immaculate", c'mon, let me see one of you come up with a better line describing his situation in the late '60s.
How about "I grow old... I shall wear my trousers rolled."
Oh wait a minute, did you mean age or decade?
Pyro wrote:
I never did get the appeal of the Doors. Still don't. Jim Morrison was a rebel, and I'm sure that was very attractive to the teenagers listening in the late 60's. About the only thing that he/they did that really impressed me was to refuse to change the lyrics to their song before appearing on Ed Sullivan Show. Jim verbally agreed to change the words prior to the show, but because it was LIVE, he sang the song EXACTLY as it was originally written. Nothing Sullivan could do but refuse to have them back.
Jim would have been a wonderful poet if he'd lived long enough. Unfortunately, heroin and enough money to indulge in his weaknesses did him in.
BooKitty wrote:
Some may track me down and kill me for saying this-but the Doors were vastly over-rated. Proof that drugs and art don't always mix.
I am in agreement here - i was listening to American Prayer, which happens to be a very dope album, but after about 47 times hearing it, it has dawned on me that Morrison is as deep as schmegma. some lyrics are excellent, but most are the drunken ramblings of a self-indulgent crackerjack.
I never did get the appeal of the Doors. Still don't. Jim Morrison was a rebel, and I'm sure that was very attractive to the teenagers listening in the late 60's. About the only thing that he/they did that really impressed me was to refuse to change the lyrics to their song before appearing on Ed Sullivan Show. Jim verbally agreed to change the words prior to the show, but because it was LIVE, he sang the song EXACTLY as it was originally written. Nothing Sullivan could do but refuse to have them back.
Most of you are morons who will never produce anything on your, so you mock what you don't understand.
"Out here in the fieds we is stoned immaculate", c'mon, let me see one of you come up with a better line describing his situation in the late '60s.
BooKitty wrote:
Some may track me down and kill me for saying this-but the Doors were vastly over-rated.
The Doors were my favorite group for years. No song has had the impact of Light My Fire the First time it came over the radio. Regretably, most of their work has not aged well. This song, however, is still JM at his most gravelly awesome.
BooKitty wrote:
Some may track me down and kill me for saying this-but the Doors were vastly over-rated. Proof that drugs and art don't always mix.
You are a dead person BookKitty... at least your brain is already dead
"i'll tell you about texas radio and the big beat" = hot lyrics
great after Mexican Radio... very good music to drive while getting stoned
This ain't a 10 out of 10, that's for sure, but a damn good tune nontheless
Some may track me down and kill me for saying this-but the Doors were vastly over-rated. Proof that drugs and art don't always mix.
I would not miss this song if I never heard it again. I think there's better choices of Doors tunes if you want to include the Doors in the Radio Paradise playlist- for some artists, the deep cuts are the best ones, in the case of the Doors, however, I'd stick with the hits. This song sucks. 
Probably heresy around these parts, but the Doors are at or near the top of my "Overblown Garage Bands That Made It Big" list. I've listened to a lot of Doors material over the years, and have yet to find any of it appealing for pretty much any reason.
That said, I do respect any band that can have as loyal of following as these guys did (do). Just because they sound like crap to me doesn't mean they do to everyone else.
Chunk wrote:
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn!
and...
Zeke19 wrote:
No amount listining will allow me to forgive the Doors for producing this crap.
Ha ha ha - gotta go with the latter opinion here!
Chunk wrote:
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn!
No amount listining will allow me to forgive the Doors for producing this crap.
Hey, I like this set of songs about the Tex-Mex region. 
Funky Doors meets Zappa break. It sounds better than it reads. And some of Morrison's wackiest lyrics.
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn!
Out here we are stoned-immaculate