The Decemberists perform "The Infanta" live, opening with a spoken introduction about a ballerina arriving on an elephant and royal imagery. The song weaves theatrical narration with folk-rock music, showcasing the Portland band's gift for storytelling and whimsical detail.
Hello! Haven't seen you in a while. You look great, everybody. You look great. Don't change.
Here she comes in her ballerina on the back of an elephant on a bed made of linen and sequins and shells. All strung on her father's line with the king, and it's Kongu by her name with her pitchers of liquorice milk. While the IMN coaching boy by the wine of the King of Moors and the fair young virgin, the Princess Petrolea, and we'll all come and praise the Infantile. And we'll all come and praise the Infantile.
And as she sits upon her place, her innocence laid on her face, from on top the parapets flow a multitude of coronets, melodies rhapsodical and fair. We're the Decemberists. We're from Portland, Oregon. Just south. Billy lies, got his hands in his pockets, staring over at the neighbors' knickers down.
He's got his knickers down. So the summer is
