Texas Radio
Let me tell you about texas radio and the big beet,
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god.
I meat two girls out there on the pier.
The Blonde Freedom
The Darker one, Enterprise.
I clung to them in desperate desire,
But when I touched their thighs death smiled at me.
Where is the feasts that our birth right has promised,
Where is the wine and the vine that our fathers left us with..
Let me tell you about texas radio and the big beet..
Shake the dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity.
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children.
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us..
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they Croon
Beneath the moon.
Beside the ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream, Come with us
Where everything is broken up and dancing.
I'll tell you this no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
Oh great creator of being grant us one more hour to perfect our golden wants
Where are the feasts we were promised
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
I have passed this knowledge unto you
So that you can do with it as you please
Think upon it and choose wisely for my time is gone.
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god.
I meat two girls out there on the pier.
The Blonde Freedom
The Darker one, Enterprise.
I clung to them in desperate desire,
But when I touched their thighs death smiled at me.
Where is the feasts that our birth right has promised,
Where is the wine and the vine that our fathers left us with..
Let me tell you about texas radio and the big beet..
Shake the dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity.
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children.
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us..
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they Croon
Beneath the moon.
Beside the ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream, Come with us
Where everything is broken up and dancing.
I'll tell you this no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
Oh great creator of being grant us one more hour to perfect our golden wants
Where are the feasts we were promised
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
I have passed this knowledge unto you
So that you can do with it as you please
Think upon it and choose wisely for my time is gone.