Mewithoutyou - The King Beetle on a Coconut Estate lyrics

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as the Moon rose and the hour grew late

the day help on a Coconut estate

raked up the dry leaves the fell dead from the Trees

which they burned in a pile by the lake

the Beetle King summoned his men,

and from the top of a Rhododendron stem:

calling all volunteers!

who can carry back here

the Great Mystery that’s lit once again?

one Beetle emerged from the crowd

in a fashionable abdomen shroud:

I’m a Professor, you see, that’s no mystery to me...

I’ll be back soon, successful and proud

but when the Beetle Professor returned

he crawled on all six, as his wings had been burned

and described to the finest detail all he’d learned

but there was neither a light nor a heat in his words

the deeply dissatisfied King

climbed the same stem to announce the same thing

but in his second appeal sought to sweeten the deal

with a silver Padparadscha ring

the Lieutenant stepped out from the line

as he lassoed his thorax with twine, thinking

I’m stronger and braver,

I’ll earn the King’s favor, and

One day all he has will be mine!

but for all the Lieutenant’s conceit

he, too, returned singed and admitting defeat:

I had no choice, please believe, but retreat...

it was bright as the sun, but with 10x the heat!

it cracked like the thunder and bloodshot my eyes,

tho smothered with sticks it advanced undeterred

as it carelessly cast an ash cloud to the sky,

my Lord, like a flock of

d a r k, v a n i s h i n g b i r d s.

the Beetle King slammed down his fist:

why, your flowery description

is no better than his!

we sent for the Great Light and you bring us this??

we didn’t ask what it seems like,

we asked what it IS!

O, His Majesty’s hour at last has drawn nigh!

the elegant Queen took her leave from his side and,

without understanding but without asking why

gathered their Kids to come bid their goodbyes

the father explained:

you’ve been somewhat deceived...

we’ve all called me your dad,

but your True Dad’s not me

no, I lay next to your mom

and your forms were conceived

but your Father is the Life within all that you see

He fills up the ponds as He empties the clouds,

holds without hands and speaks without sounds,

provides us with the Cow’s waste and coconuts to eat

giving one that nice salt-taste and the other a sweet,

sends the black carriage the day Death shows its face

thinning our numbers with Kindness and Grace

and just as a Flower and its Fragrance are one

so must each of you and this Father become

now distribute my scepter, my crown and my throne

and all we’ve called ‘wealth’ to the poor and alone...

and, without further hesitation,

without looking back home

the King flew headlong into the blazing unknown!

and as the Smoke King curled higher and higher,

the troops, flying loops around the telephone wire, said:

our Beloved’s not dead,

but His Highness instead

has been utterly changed into Fire!!!