מילים לשיר The Jungle Line – Joni Mitchell

Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
The mathematic circuits of the modern nights
Through I bars and girdersThrough huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews
Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine
Through savage progress cuts the jungle line
In a lowThrough Europe and the deep deep heart of Dixie blue They'll eat a working girl like her alive
Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear
Those cannibalsAnd he hangs a moon above a fiveWith his hardHe paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines
He hangs it up above the jungle line Screaming in a ritual of sound and time
The jungle line, the jungle line
Floating, drifting on the airPretty women funneled through valves and smoke
Coy and bitchy, wild and fine
And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats
And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in
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
And metal skin and ivory birds
Poppy poisonIt slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit
They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge
Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines
Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line.