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Herbie Hancock is one of the most influential American jazz pianists and composers of our time, a true icon of modern music. A musical visionary who combines elements of rock, funk and soul with the stylistic rhythms of electronic and acoustic jazz, his career spans some 50 years. His latest album is a tribute to his long time friend and associate Joni Mitchell among the guest vocals on the album are Norah Jones, Tina Turner and Corrine Bailey Rae.
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Track info.
 1. Court and Spark featuring Norah Jones 
 2. Edith and the Kingpin featuring Tina Turner 
 
3. Both Sides Now  
 4. River featuring Corinne Bailey Rae 
 5. Sweet Bird  
 6. Tea Leaf Prophecy featuring Joni Mitchell 
 7. Solitude  
 8. Amelia featuring Luciana Souza 
 9. Nefertiti  
 10. Jungle Line featuring Leonard Cohen

Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes
The mathematic circuits of the modern nights
Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews
Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine
Through Europe and the deep deep heart of Dixie blue
Through savage progress cuts the jungle line

In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer
Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear
Those cannibals-of shuck and jive
They'll eat a working girl like her alive
With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand
He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines
And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band
He hangs it up above the jungle line

The jungle line, the jungle line
Screaming in a ritual of sound and time
Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind
And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in
Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke
Coy and bitchy, wild and fine
And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats
Charging, chanting down the jungle line

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