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 up



The jungle line