This is an amazing album. There is real menace in tracks like The Jungle Line and Edith and the Kingpin, and the arrangements are intense but gorgeous.
The primal violence of urban life and how this carried in the nightlife of New York of the late Vietnam era:
There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb
There's a poppy snake in a dressing room
Poppy poison-poppy tourniquet
It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit
And metal skin and ivory birds
Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines
They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge
Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line
The primal violence of urban life and how this carried in the nightlife of New York of the late Vietnam era:
There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb
There's a poppy snake in a dressing room
Poppy poison-poppy tourniquet
It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit
And metal skin and ivory birds
Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines
They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge
Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line
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