Jungle Fire - Tim Buckley

Somewhere old memories

Echoed from the street in a

Crying hole

Just a song from long ago

When I lost my easy gods to the Harlem insect laws

I heard your baited moans and the passing cars and the swirling

Songs and the black man’s bones

Through the walls and the stalls and the cackling calls

You were there

You were an island behind the sun

Yes an island

Where my love could live and life breathes

From deep inside

Deep deep deep deep inside

Mama Lie, I love you like a jungle fire