Pizza Alley

Keep it classy
Key to Pizza Alley
Weaving traffic in a overheating taxi
In Lima
Tickets to liberate the center pitch surrender
To a witch doctor pouring amphibians out the blender
Underneath a glowing purple Christ
Perfect surf, curl up and die
Cobblestone alone a masterclass in open world design
I came from the wasteland in featherlight trail pants
Fuchi off the ant trail
Inca trail mailman

Failed in every hemisphere
Show me the ambrosia
Maybe ghost into the coca leaf and holy heliconia
We're shaman out to zombify undocumented expats
High and writing ayahuasca letters back to Melmac
Dear friends
Send help yesterday
Yours true, condor, puma, serpiente
Talk rap albums over alpaca medallions
With metalheads who traffic magic flowers from the mountains
To the houses of the holy

I toke into that sacred valley
Balance so you don't expel omega fatty acids
The strays in the plaza look happier than my neighbors
They answer to Paddington Bear in waders
It's amazers

What ship, what shore?
I grew up writing riddles under bridges in New York
Now I travel like a highwayman who whispers to his horse
Sharing stories out of winter
Trying to trigger something pure

From "dying on the vine" to "it's alive and indivisible"
To "how'd I get this far without a bindle full of crystal skulls?"
Cozy local woven goods
Beat a chit for people you have never met or spoken to
But know they'll need to hold Peru

Throw a couple logs on the fire
There's a chimney in San Blas where you can hear Baby Dayliner
Bouncing softly off the navy blue
April showers, paper moon
Run the light and beat the drum
And smoke the dope and raid the tomb

Pay no mind to the bygones
Find him a strange hill to die on
Never let me die on a regular hill
Never let me die on a regular hill
Pay no mind to the bygones
Find him a strange hill to die on
Never let me die on a regular hill
Never let me die on a regular hill
Never let me die on a regular hill
Never let me die on a regular hill

The local homie blow smoke on his wounds
And talk about the jungle like it's always in the room
You went shooting lumens out of a canoe into the ruins
Silly putty for some otherworldly woo-woo to influence
Ooo it's a, strange bouquet
Not today's soup eh?
Rubber boots and tumbo juice and tarantula toupee
Canopy going ham over camp in a feuding biome
Mostly tauntings row-row-rowing the wrong way into the diode

Fry the banana
Heart of palm ribbons
Fish from the river
Sauces made of citrus
On a screen porch pimpled after dark with frogs and lizards
When high as hell they might as well be Mothras and Godzillas

It's awesome
Peer into the spirit quest spellbound
Three to one machete yelling back into the hell-mouth
You hit the labyrinth an ambassador of peace and love
You might return with the root of your superego plunged

The river boils when it sees me
The river boils when it sees me
The river boils when it sees me
The river boils when it sees me

"Electric eels killed two of my best friends"
Said the local to the gringo
Then dove in off the pirogue
In a cloud of smoky mapacho
They bought him from Iquitos
Mosquitoes on the wall of the Amazonian ethos
Off to bounce a light off any hairy eyeball in the basin
Wild pig, owl, baby caiman
Coral snakes that drape down from the timbers
Like the six fingers of Satan
They only speak in S's
You cannot get an "amen"
I told my darkest secrets to a pair of fuchsia dolphins
The doozy out in Paris
The futures I had squandered
They whispered something to me I will bear unto my coffin
"What's apparent via Occam is despondency as common"
We traded numbers and made off into the pond scum
Humming Muddy Waters
Motherfucker, I am on one

Earth, wind, fire, and papaya
We fly with the poison arrow
We dive with the arapaima
Look

The river boils when it sees me
The river boils when it sees me
The river boils when it sees me
The river boils when it sees me

When the low heavy sky weighs like a
Lid on the spirit, aching for the light
And when embracing the horizon
It pours on us a black day which is sadder than any night