时间：2023-10-06
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The Jungle Line (Guitar/Alternate Vocal) (The Hissing of Summer Lawns Sessions) - Joni Mitchell
Lyrics by：Joni Mitchell
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
Through I bars and girders wires and pipes
The mathematic circuits of the modern nights
From huts through Harlem the coming through
The class on Park the trash on Vine
Through Europe and the deep deep heart of Dixie blue
Through savage progress cuts the jungle line
A low-cut parmit brings the beer
Paints a jungle flower behind her ear
The cannibals of shuck and jive
They'll eat a working girl like her alive
With his hard-edged eyes 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 on the air-conditioned wind
Drooling for a taste of something smuggled in
Women voices funneled through valves and smoke
Coy and *****y 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 the dressing room
Poppy poison poppy tourniquet
It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit
About the fact trees flower of ivory bird
Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines
They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge
Steaming steaming up the jungle line
