The Jungle Line-Herbie Hancock/Leonard Cohen

[00:00.879]The Jungle Line -Herbie Hancock [00:15.674]Rousseau walks on trumpet paths [00:20.588]Safaris to the heart of all that jazz [00:26.316]Through I bars and girders [00:30.92]Through wires and pipes [00:34.68]The mathematic circuits of the modern nights [00:42.313]Through huts through harlem [00:44.843]Through jails and gospel pews [00:51.83]Through the class on park and the trash on vine [00:55.201]Through europe [00:56.677]And the deep deep heart of dixie blue [01:03.328]Through savage progress [01:05.782]Cuts the jungle line [01:20.932]In a low cut blouse she brings the beer [01:24.484]Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear [01:32.270]Those cannibals of shuck and jive [01:34.483]They'll eat a working girl like her alive [01:41.420]With his hard edged eye and his steady hand [01:45.533]He paints the cellar full of ferns [01:48.309]And orchid vines [01:50.469]And he hangs a moon above a five piece band [01:58.21]He hangs it up above the jungle line [02:15.334]The jungle line the jungle line [02:18.806]Screaming in a ritual of sound and time [02:26.646]Floating drifting on the air conditioned wind [02:30.518]And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in [02:36.871]Pretty women [02:38.375]Funneled through valves and smoke [02:40.879]Coy and bitchy wild and fine [02:44.565]And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats [02:51.749]Charging chanting down the jungle line [03:07.725]There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb [03:12.356]There's a poppy snake in a dressing room [03:17.50]Poppy poison poppy tourniquet [03:21.850]It slithers away on brass [03:24.421]Like mouthpiece spit [03:28.637]And metal skin and ivory birds [03:32.85]Go steaming up to rousseau's vines [03:40.313]They go steaming up to brooklyn bridge [03:44.824]Steaming [03:46.927]Steaming [03:48.712]Steaming up [03:50.287]The jungle line