The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey stateline Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down FlamingoLane Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and thebarefoot girl And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet,holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in theworld As we take our stand down in Jungleland The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for thenight They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this faircity light Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike There's a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for therecord machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down inJungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that theD.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, andthey're gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroomlocked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnelsuptown The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down themhallways in the night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it allbe And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, noteven dead Tonight in Jungleland
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey stateline Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down FlamingoLane Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and thebarefoot girl And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet,holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in theworld As we take our stand down in Jungleland The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for thenight They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this faircity light Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike There's a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for therecord machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down inJungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that theD.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, andthey're gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroomlocked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnelsuptown The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down themhallways in the night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it allbe And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, noteven dead Tonight in Jungleland
"Jungleland" é a faixa de encerramento do álbum *Born to Run* (1975) de Bruce Springsteen, com duração superior a nove minutos.
A canção apresenta um dos solos de saxofone mais icônicos da carreira de Clarence Clemons, integrante da E Street Band.
A introdução delicada de 23 notas ao violino foi executada por Suki Lahav, que participou brevemente da E Street Band.
O piano que abre a música foi tocado por Roy Bittan, outro membro permanente da E Street Band.
A estrutura da gravação combina o violino de abertura, o piano de Bittan e o longo solo de sax de Clemons, criando um dos arranjos mais elaborados do disco.
Como faixa de encerramento, "Jungleland" fecha o álbum *Born to Run* de forma épica, reforçando a narrativa grandiosa que caracteriza o trabalho de Springsteen nessa época.
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