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jungleland - kai welch lyrics

[verse 1]
the rangers had a homecoming
in harlem late last night
one they call the magic rat drove his sleek machine
all the way over from across the jersey state line
to where the barefoot girl sat on the hood of a dodge
drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
the rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants and looks around
they size each other up, decide to take a stab at romance
and disappear down flamingo lane (ha)

[verse 2]
so the maximum lawman goes running down flamingo lane
chasing the rat and the barefoot girl
thе kids around here just look like shadows
always looking down, holding hands
from thе churches to the jails
all is silence in the world
as we take our stand
down in jungleland

[verse 3]
well, the midnight gangs assembled
picked a rendezvous for the night
they’ll meet beneath the giant exxon sign
that brings this fair city light
man, there’s an opera out on the turnpike
there’s a ballet being fought in the alley
until the local cops’ cherry top
rip this holy night
[chorus]
oh, the street is alive as secret debts are paid
contact made, they vanished unseen
kids flash guitars just like switchblades
hustling for the record machine
the hungry and the hunted
explode into rock and roll bands
they face off against each other in the streets
down in jungleland

[bridge]
in the parking lot the visionaries are all dressed up in the latest rage
and inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the dj plays
lonely*hearted lovers struggle in dark corners of the streets
desperate as the night moves on its way
just one look and a whisper, and they’re gone

[verse 4]
beneath the city, two hearts beat
soul engines running through a night so tender
in a bedroom locked in whispers
of soft refusal and then surrender
in the tunnels uptown, the rat’s own dream guns him down
shots echo down them hallways in the night
no one watches when the ambulance pulls away
or as the girl shuts off the bedroom light
[chorus]
outside the street is on fire in a real death waltz
between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy
and the poets down here don’t write nothing at all
they just stand back and let it all be
and in the quick of the night
they reach out for their moment and try to make an honest stand
but they wind up wounded, not even dead
tonight in jungleland

- kai welch lyrics

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