The Wasp (2 вариант)

Em 
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat. 
It comes out of the Virginia swamps, 
cool and slow with rugged precision, 
with a backbeat narrow and hard to master. 
 
Em 
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 honour of our escaping. 
This is the land where the Pharaoh died. 
 
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E, F#, E, F#, E, F#, G#, G, F#, E, Em. 
 
Em 
The negroes in the forest, brightly feathered, and 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." 
 
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Listen to this I‘ll tell you about the heartaches; 
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I‘ll tell you about heartache and the loss of God. 
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I‘ll tell you about the hopeless night, 
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the meager food my soul forgot, 
F# G# G F# E Em 
tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul. 
 
Em 
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat, 
soft driven, slow and mad like some new language. 
 
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Listen to this I‘ll tell you about Texas; 
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I‘ll tell you about Texas Ra - di - o. 
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I‘ll tell you about the hopeless night, 
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the wanderin‘ the Western dream, 
F# G# G F# E Em 
tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul.