This has always been one of my favorites late first wave punk tracks.
What's interesting is that Darby don't know where to go whether everything's dim or right, whether he's maimed or sane; it's a dead end anyway.
The cross-stanza rhyme of crumble-stumble is one of the little things which show his lyrical potential.
The rhythmic tension between guitar, drums-bass, and lyrics, together with the extra line in each verse (I fall into my tunnel / Back into the jungle) add a lot to this song, sending it off balance.
Out of the tunnel, into the jungle. One way to see it would be personal tunnel <--> social jungle: in the tunnel one is alone, but the jungle naturally bristles with movement and otherness. Even if one gets out of his tunnel, it's still the jungle around them. Yet another brilliant detail: whereas throughout the song it's "my tunnel" and "the jungle", in the last line he wants to be finally taken back in "his jungle".
This has always been one of my favorites late first wave punk tracks.
What's interesting is that Darby don't know where to go whether everything's dim or right, whether he's maimed or sane; it's a dead end anyway.
The cross-stanza rhyme of crumble-stumble is one of the little things which show his lyrical potential.
The rhythmic tension between guitar, drums-bass, and lyrics, together with the extra line in each verse (I fall into my tunnel / Back into the jungle) add a lot to this song, sending it off balance.
Out of the tunnel, into the jungle. One way to see it would be personal tunnel <--> social jungle: in the tunnel one is alone, but the jungle naturally bristles with movement and otherness. Even if one gets out of his tunnel, it's still the jungle around them. Yet another brilliant detail: whereas throughout the song it's "my tunnel" and "the jungle", in the last line he wants to be finally taken back in "his jungle".