The Jungle Line-Joni Mitchell

[ti:The Jungle Line] [ar:Joni Mitchell] [al:梦幻乐园] [by:] [offset:0] [00:13.11]Rousseau walks on trumpet paths [00:18.80]Safaris to the heart of all that jazz [00:26.05] [00:27.05]Through i bars and girders-through wires and pipes [00:32.80]The mathematic circuits of the modern nights [00:38.67] [00:41.62]Through huts through harlem through jails and gospel pews [00:47.48]Through the class on park and the trash on vine [00:52.74]Through europe and the deep deep heart of dixie blue [00:58.74]Through savage progress cuts the jungle line [01:06.61] [01:13.81]In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer [01:19.12]Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear [01:28.18]Those cannibals-of shuck and jive [01:32.19]They'll eat a working girl like her alive [01:39.50] [01:42.38]With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand [01:48.32]He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines [01:53.56]And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band [01:59.75]He hangs it up above the jungle line [02:05.31] [02:14.31]The jungle line the jungle line [02:20.68]Screaming in a ritual of sound and time [02:28.81]Floating drifting on the air-conditioned wind [02:34.31]And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in [02:42.43] [02:43.63]Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke [02:49.31]Coy and *y wild and fine [02:54.74]And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats [03:00.68]Charging chanting down the jungle line [03:07.12] [03:15.24]There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb [03:20.81]There's a poppy snake in a dressing room [03:26.24] [03:30.05]Poppy poison-poppy tourniquet [03:35.43]It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit [03:41.24] [03:44.24]And metal skin and ivory birds [03:49.93]Go steaming up to rousseau's vines [03:54.87]They go steaming up to brooklyn bridge [04:00.56]Steaming steaming steaming up the jungle line