Silvia Josefina - King of Montenegro Lyrics

The summit long thought by locals
To house a sacred oracle
Has been quarried for its storied stone
To skin the realm's first satellite

The riders of the nine bus
Clutch their custom-obstructed view
Of the lord's third future
Pop-up homes
For when their yachts' bilges are full

Astride a golf cart fueled by whale musk
In saffron-laced, leech-soled deck shoes
He whisks deer tongue, pony steak, & grub
Off to the potluck for the petting zoo

He's King of Montenegro
He bears a likeness to some tsar
Or to the veteran mailman
Faces meant for maps or stamps to recall

Fresh tears were seized to anoint him
The border guard was anesthetized
To encourage the flow
Of foreign hormones
Into the grid until they're souffléd a bride

To every stagehand, grunt, and grip
There's an audience
It's a red dwarf dotted sky

Proof of common goodness is
Plain to reads as hieroglyphs
On easy street chimeras riot
On easy street chimeras riot

Meanwhile, back in Lesser Moetia
Drops of water now bear holograms
And if one comes back scummed
By a Montenegrin
A parrot's freed from a mirrored cage

Embassies between the people
End in everyone struck dumb
A swap of satin sheets
Spun from cockle shells
For a whip made of milkmaids' palms

The King of Montenegro prints
Hung from narthex and pool halls walls
Are cash his sworn men get
To drum his nightmares into
An anthem you stumble upon

A paratroop was squandered
To retrieve a girl's diary from his dream
Spelled in a floral petal strokes
Voiced in proto-femme tones
In spite he burned the oracle in effigy

Scarce a soul, though, felt the king's absence
Not until his heir paint-balled the YA book fair
One wager was
The king's health had succumbed
Trying to craft a spare gut
From what was once his own tongue
Or was it because
New thoughts produced pox
His dread just wouldn't clot
His plan to self improve
Make himself bulletproof
A bombshell and church-bell balm
His motorcade could smear on
Then plow through a mirage of angry mobs
Plow through a mirage of angry mobs

When shooting stars constellate
The braintrust tracks snails in the ash
And psy-operatives snort their own stagecraft
Psy-operatives snort their own stagecraft

Look There
Flamingos perched on Monte Negro
And for once everyone read the news
They were unmanned aircrafts
Moetians made from beach rafts
Stamped with a code that directs you to

The King with the Duke of Humphrey
Spearing a life-size jello mold
Of a stag stuffed
With fledgling fruit doves
Paired with toadstool-filtered pheromones

Shipped home from Monte Carlo
In death the king grew stouter still
Unlike the girls whose guts wrench
On a ferry's hard bench
Crossing borders for a medical

The land spasmed in lamentation
A call rang out to head an ancient rite
So they sent school kids with soot
Squid ink
And boiled rooks
To tar all the monuments blind

We won't. the children cried
We won't blot out their eyes
Their innards will devour our outsides
We won't. the children cried

So with coins from the fountains
They downed wrens and robins
While up rose an alarm
From each pocket or palm

Active fairy onslaught
Evil genius air alert
All hands on amulets. Proceed
All hands on amulets. Proceed
And summon up some
Pax Montenegrin
Promo Charm: Re-enrapt me
Empire turned terrarium
Potting-shed colossus
The waste water teems with flak
Demiglot wings dissolve in the dew

We won't. the children cried
We wont. We won't. We won't
We won't blot out their eyes
We wont. We won't. We won't

Re-enrapt me. Re-enrapt me
We wont. We won't. We won't
Some tsar
The waste water teems with flak

The wings, the demiglot wings
Dissolve in the dew
Some tsar
We wont. We won't. We won't