Township Number Nine Pulp Musicals

NARRATOR:
The jungle of British Guiana appeared at sunrise
The sailors watched the bay approach in awe
It was the opposite of Printing House Square in Manhattan
Samuel wrote down everything he saw

SAMUEL:
We passed a settlement at the river’s mouth
Then, not a man in sight for hours and hours
A canopy of leaves, a cathedral of green
With trees surrounding us like emerald towers
Further down the Rio Essequibo
Crocodiles were basking in the dunes
Rainbow birds sang lofty salutations
They’d havе been at home on Herschel’s moon
Thеn on, and on, and on, and on
Deeper down into the Amazon
We went on, and on, and on
Till we came upon
Township Number Nine
Where civilization and wilderness intertwine
The air is very clear here
‘Cause nobody is near here
At the end of this river serpentine
Township Number Nine