Jungle man shouting from the top of his voice
Beating at drums his fever in my ears echoes
He is a short fused individual reaching out
Infusing all with rhythmic beat of distress
Making all shake their body, stamp their feet
In endless synchronization, joyful exultation
Liberated from boredom, man is born free to cry.
Where guitar, piano, drum converse in unison
We are enthralled with the rhythm and affection
But an instrument out of control dominating all
Such a composition is pointless and means nothing
We can go through the motions and be polite
Say hmm, sure, everything's alright - a moment
But our heart aches, our mind dwells on hatred...
Don't be shackled down by the wrong emotion
You cannot touch someone in constant motion
When the tea has gone cold and no more refill
You are out there dreaming on your window sill
Pain is good for it liberates the soul - shout!
Tears are for crying, cleanses the soul - cry!
Know if the fascination has run cold - escape!