Jungleland - Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - 09/21/79
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โฑ๏ธ 9:49 duration
๐ ID: 6855650
๐ Lyrics
The rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
Rat pulls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane
The Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
The kids 'round there look just like shadows
Always silent, holdin' hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silent in the world (ah)
As we take our stand, say it now!
(Down in Jungleland)
The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
We're gonna meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
There's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
As the local cops, Cherry Top
Rip this holy night
The street's alive, secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades
Hustle for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock and roll bands
They face off against each other out in the street
(Down in Jungleland)
In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet, girls are dancing to the records the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
In just one look and a whisper
They're gone
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnels uptown
The Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
Nobody's watching when the ambulance pulls away
Or when the girl shuts out at bedroom light
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And, man, the poets down here don't write nothin' at all
They just stand back and let it all be
In the quick of the night they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
Rat pulls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane
The Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
The kids 'round there look just like shadows
Always silent, holdin' hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silent in the world (ah)
As we take our stand, say it now!
(Down in Jungleland)
The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
We're gonna meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
There's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
As the local cops, Cherry Top
Rip this holy night
The street's alive, secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades
Hustle for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock and roll bands
They face off against each other out in the street
(Down in Jungleland)
In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet, girls are dancing to the records the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
In just one look and a whisper
They're gone
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnels uptown
The Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
Nobody's watching when the ambulance pulls away
Or when the girl shuts out at bedroom light
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And, man, the poets down here don't write nothin' at all
They just stand back and let it all be
In the quick of the night they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:45.36] The rangers had a homecoming
[00:49.02] In Harlem late last night
[00:52.78] And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
[00:56.98] Over the Jersey state line
[01:00.79] Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
[01:03.12] Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
[01:08.00] Rat pulls up his pants
[01:10.72] Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane
[01:16.30]
[01:23.29] The Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo
[01:26.67] Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
[01:30.82] The kids 'round there look just like shadows
[01:34.63] Always silent, holdin' hands
[01:38.35] From the churches to the jails
[01:41.80] Tonight all is silent in the world (ah)
[01:46.01] As we take our stand, say it now!
[01:50.74] (Down in Jungleland)
[01:55.70]
[02:01.30] The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
[02:08.04] We're gonna meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
[02:15.52] There's an opera out on the Turnpike
[02:18.87] There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
[02:22.81] As the local cops, Cherry Top
[02:26.53] Rip this holy night
[02:30.02] The street's alive, secret debts are paid
[02:33.23] Contacts made, they vanished unseen
[02:36.92] Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades
[02:40.65] Hustle for the record machine
[02:44.18] The hungry and the hunted
[02:47.50] Explode into rock and roll bands
[02:51.28] They face off against each other out in the street
[02:55.08] (Down in Jungleland)
[02:59.02]
[03:32.45] In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
[03:38.94] Inside the backstreet, girls are dancing to the records the DJ plays
[03:46.09] Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
[03:49.45] Desperate as the night moves on
[03:52.81] In just one look and a whisper
[03:56.20] They're gone
[03:57.53]
[07:04.85] Beneath the city two hearts beat
[07:11.53] Soul engines running through a night so tender
[07:18.82] In a bedroom locked
[07:22.34] In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender
[07:33.28] In the tunnels uptown
[07:35.84] The Rat's own dream guns him down
[07:39.88] As shots echo down them hallways in the night
[07:47.24] Nobody's watching when the ambulance pulls away
[07:54.45] Or when the girl shuts out at bedroom light
[08:00.69] Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
[08:06.90] Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
[08:11.15] And, man, the poets down here don't write nothin' at all
[08:15.45] They just stand back and let it all be
[08:20.01] In the quick of the night they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand
[08:27.83] But they wind up wounded
[08:31.06] Not even dead
[08:36.35] Tonight in Jungleland
[08:45.05]
[00:49.02] In Harlem late last night
[00:52.78] And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
[00:56.98] Over the Jersey state line
[01:00.79] Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
[01:03.12] Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
[01:08.00] Rat pulls up his pants
[01:10.72] Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane
[01:16.30]
[01:23.29] The Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo
[01:26.67] Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
[01:30.82] The kids 'round there look just like shadows
[01:34.63] Always silent, holdin' hands
[01:38.35] From the churches to the jails
[01:41.80] Tonight all is silent in the world (ah)
[01:46.01] As we take our stand, say it now!
[01:50.74] (Down in Jungleland)
[01:55.70]
[02:01.30] The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
[02:08.04] We're gonna meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
[02:15.52] There's an opera out on the Turnpike
[02:18.87] There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
[02:22.81] As the local cops, Cherry Top
[02:26.53] Rip this holy night
[02:30.02] The street's alive, secret debts are paid
[02:33.23] Contacts made, they vanished unseen
[02:36.92] Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades
[02:40.65] Hustle for the record machine
[02:44.18] The hungry and the hunted
[02:47.50] Explode into rock and roll bands
[02:51.28] They face off against each other out in the street
[02:55.08] (Down in Jungleland)
[02:59.02]
[03:32.45] In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
[03:38.94] Inside the backstreet, girls are dancing to the records the DJ plays
[03:46.09] Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
[03:49.45] Desperate as the night moves on
[03:52.81] In just one look and a whisper
[03:56.20] They're gone
[03:57.53]
[07:04.85] Beneath the city two hearts beat
[07:11.53] Soul engines running through a night so tender
[07:18.82] In a bedroom locked
[07:22.34] In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender
[07:33.28] In the tunnels uptown
[07:35.84] The Rat's own dream guns him down
[07:39.88] As shots echo down them hallways in the night
[07:47.24] Nobody's watching when the ambulance pulls away
[07:54.45] Or when the girl shuts out at bedroom light
[08:00.69] Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
[08:06.90] Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
[08:11.15] And, man, the poets down here don't write nothin' at all
[08:15.45] They just stand back and let it all be
[08:20.01] In the quick of the night they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand
[08:27.83] But they wind up wounded
[08:31.06] Not even dead
[08:36.35] Tonight in Jungleland
[08:45.05]