[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