Listen to The Jungle Line song with lyrics from Herbie Hancock

The Jungle Line

Herbie Hancock, Leonard Cohen25 Sep 2007

The Jungle Line Lyrics

The Jungle Line - Herbie Hancock (赫比·汉考克)/Leonard Cohen (莱昂纳德·科恩)

Rousseau walks on trumpet paths

 

Safaris to the heart of all that jazz

 

Through I bars and girders

 

Through wires and pipes

 

The mathematic circuits of the modern nights

 

Through huts through harlem

 

Through jails and gospel pews

 

Through the class on park and the trash on vine

 

Through europe

 

And the deep deep heart of dixie blue

 

Through savage progress

 

Cuts the jungle line

 

In a low cut blouse she brings the beer

 

Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear

 

Those cannibals of shuck and jive

They'll eat a working girl like her alive

 

With his hard edged eye and his steady hand

 

He paints the cellar full of ferns

 

And orchid vines

 

And he hangs a moon above a five piece band

 

He hangs it up above the jungle line

 

The jungle line the jungle line

 

Screaming in a ritual of sound and time

 

Floating drifting on the air conditioned wind

 

And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in

 

Pretty women

 

Funneled through valves and smoke

 

Coy and b**chy wild and fine

 

And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats

 

Charging chanting down the jungle line

 

There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb

 

There's a poppy snake in a dressing room

 

Poppy poison poppy tourniquet

 

It slithers away on brass

 

Like mouthpiece spit

 

And metal skin and ivory birds

 

Go steaming up to rousseau's vines

 

They go steaming up to brooklyn bridge

 

Steaming

 

Steaming

 

Steaming up

 

 

The jungle line