《The Jungle Line》歌词

[00:00:13] Rousseau walks on trumpet paths

[00:00:18] Safaris to the heart of all that jazz

[00:00:27] Through i bars and girders-through wires and pipes

[00:00:32] The mathematic circuits of the modern nights

[00:00:41] Through huts through harlem through jails and gospel pews

[00:00:47] Through the class on park and the trash on vine

[00:00:52] Through europe and the deep deep heart of dixie blue

[00:00:58] Through savage progress cuts the jungle line

[00:01:13] In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer

[00:01:19] Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear

[00:01:28] Those cannibals-of shuck and jive

[00:01:32] They'll eat a working girl like her alive

[00:01:42] With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand

[00:01:48] He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines

[00:01:53] And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band

[00:01:59] He hangs it up above the jungle line

[00:02:14] The jungle line the jungle line

[00:02:20] Screaming in a ritual of sound and time

[00:02:28] Floating drifting on the air-conditioned wind

[00:02:34] And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in

[00:02:43] Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke

[00:02:49] Coy and *y wild and fine

[00:02:54] And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats

[00:03:00] Charging chanting down the jungle line

[00:03:15] There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb

[00:03:20] There's a poppy snake in a dressing room

[00:03:30] Poppy poison-poppy tourniquet

[00:03:35] It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit

[00:03:44] And metal skin and ivory birds

[00:03:49] Go steaming up to rousseau's vines

[00:03:54] They go steaming up to brooklyn bridge

[00:04:00] Steaming steaming steaming up the jungle line