The Jungle Line
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โฑ๏ธ 5:01 duration
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๐ Lyrics
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 bitchy, 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
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 bitchy, 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.56] Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
[00:21.83] Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
[00:27.23] Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes
[00:33.54] The mathematic circuits of the modern nights
[00:41.77] Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews
[00:50.75] Through the class on park and the trash on vine
[00:55.29] Through Europe and the deep, deep heart of Dixie blue
[01:03.38] Through savage progress cuts the jungle line
[01:20.53] In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer
[01:25.06] Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear
[01:31.30] Those cannibals of shuck and jive
[01:35.07] They'll eat a working girl like her alive
[01:41.38] With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand
[01:45.81] He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines
[01:50.37] And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band
[01:58.50] He hangs it up above the jungle line
[02:15.65] The jungle line, the jungle line
[02:18.34] Screaming in a ritual of sound and time
[02:26.55] Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind
[02:30.17] And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in
[02:37.37] Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke
[02:40.94] Coy and bitchy, wild and fine
[02:45.47] And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats
[02:51.87] Charging, chanting down the jungle line
[03:07.18] There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb
[03:12.53] There's a poppy snake in a dressing room
[03:16.23] Poppy poison, poppy tourniquet
[03:21.68] It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit
[03:27.96] And metal skin and ivory birds
[03:32.42] Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines
[03:40.67] They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge
[03:47.82] Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line
[03:51.46]
[00:21.83] Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
[00:27.23] Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes
[00:33.54] The mathematic circuits of the modern nights
[00:41.77] Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews
[00:50.75] Through the class on park and the trash on vine
[00:55.29] Through Europe and the deep, deep heart of Dixie blue
[01:03.38] Through savage progress cuts the jungle line
[01:20.53] In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer
[01:25.06] Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear
[01:31.30] Those cannibals of shuck and jive
[01:35.07] They'll eat a working girl like her alive
[01:41.38] With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand
[01:45.81] He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines
[01:50.37] And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band
[01:58.50] He hangs it up above the jungle line
[02:15.65] The jungle line, the jungle line
[02:18.34] Screaming in a ritual of sound and time
[02:26.55] Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind
[02:30.17] And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in
[02:37.37] Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke
[02:40.94] Coy and bitchy, wild and fine
[02:45.47] And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats
[02:51.87] Charging, chanting down the jungle line
[03:07.18] There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb
[03:12.53] There's a poppy snake in a dressing room
[03:16.23] Poppy poison, poppy tourniquet
[03:21.68] It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit
[03:27.96] And metal skin and ivory birds
[03:32.42] Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines
[03:40.67] They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge
[03:47.82] Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line
[03:51.46]