feat leonard cohen herbie hancock - the jungle line (feat. leonard cohen) - herbie hancock 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 cl-ss 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-tchy, 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 br-ss 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
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