by Jim Morrison

"Now listen to this:

I'll tell you about

Texas Radio & the Big Beat

Soft driven slow & mad

like some new language

Reaching your head

w/ the cold & sudden fury

of a divine messenger

Let me tell you about heartache & the loss of God

Wandering, wandering in hopeless night

The negroes in the forest

brightly feathered

let me show you the maiden w/ wrought-iron soul

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned immaculate"

Now have listened to this.