Rowan Ricardo Phillips - Heralds of Delicioso Coco Helado lyrics

For Roland Burns The moods of the cantaloupe king are moods Of the melon king in green variations. Both entered the orange parlor like nations Seeking peace from their wintered wars in the woods. Both entered the parlor to say goodbye Or farewell or peace or adios, ciao, Adieu, or tschüß; however the ground Seals its truce. But the old interpreter just sighed. The old interpreter would not speak– And instead sighed those winters like a spout, Drowning the parlor with what he spat out Until the parlor broke in half at grief's peak And the kings could taste as they fell through the snow Delicioso coco helado.