An early(ish) electronic minimalist 'epic' where there's practically only two sequenced chords running through the whole thing and it's the solos and effects that keep it running...hypnotic if in the mood.
"You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky.
Rope an ol' blue northern, and milk it till it's dry.
Bulldog the Mississippi and pin its ears down flat,
Long before you take this cowboy's hat."