In the parking lots the visionaries are dressed in the latest rage
As the Spanish Angels dance soft and low in a blacked arcade
But the lights are so bright as he crosses the room
The band moves into the song
He takes her hand, looks in her eyes and they're gone - gone
In the tunnel of machines the Rat chases his dreams
On that forever (lasting) burning light
So the barefoot girl crawls into bed, shakes her head
And with a kiss and a sigh she shuts out all the light
Beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool engines silent and...
Oh until the girls cry like silent angels in Port Authority halls
In the tunnel of machines they'll hear the screams
Drowned out by the roarin' train
And layers above, oh locked in love
The Rat reappears on Flamingo Lane
Then an angel rises from the sands
And disappears - down in Jungleland
Featuring the best sax solo of all time, JUNGLELAND is the ultimate rock and roll opera, if you forget the
connotations of that term. Unlike the bloated remnants of glam and pop "opera" such as Queen's
Bohemian Rhapsody, JUNGLELAND weaves a story that is worth the telling as much as it is uplifting musically.
