Astronautalis & Mild Davis - Prince of Mayport

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• published: 20 Jul 2014
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Mild Davis song, Astronautalis poem and vocals. charles shwab/Astronautalis commercial video. interviews chopped. video slowed at different intervals to align with music. lyrics: this is a song for all the punk kids who turned handsome and got old a romantic for lost souls i said hey, this is the song for all the dumb shit that you stand for and lost hope. its been a long time, my how you have grown I’ve been a pair of legs forever walking mark miles in cement from the cradle to the coffin met many a loser caught a couple of keepers Ate lunch with a prince once that drove a street sweeper this prince is a bean pole with tussled hair and funny socks yankee crown crusader mister mutton chops six foot something unbuttoned a tall stretch of royalty was steady as a chevy with old yeller loyalty now the street sweeping lives the life of a loner and on a night like tonight he came upon a panicky homeowner pulled the sweeper to the curb to hear her saga sing she said my house is on fire save my daughters and quick the mother and daughters in question were well known throughout the land a talk drink of ex beauty queen sought by many a man her daughters were all followers of her beautiful traits longhaired songbirds whose midtown movements were smooth enough to stop parades the prince jumped into action without further ado asked for some direction to the blaze current consumed and upon arriving flames rising eyes widened by the roaring fire he saw the girls hanging from five different stories he rolled his sleeves to his elbows pulled his cap to his crown hails the jumbled letters of courage and sighs it out steps inside the house feels the heat upon his face praised the ghost of johnny cash and steps inside the place hey, this is a song for all the punk kids who turned handsome and got old a romantic for lost souls i said hey this is a song for all the dumb shit that you stand for and lost hope its been a long time my how you have grown there were hollers for help from every direction nearly naked in night things the girls vie for his protection the first was the worst deceptively heavy pleading protection of rings and things exceptionally petty the second was restless limited faith questioning the prince is this really gonna be safe the third was a burden the prince shrugged it away the fourth fifth sixth seventh eighth and ninth were all the same begging him to save their dog and carry their dress burying the prince in flickering smiles and selfish requests but he still picked up lifted up everyone left two girls on each arm one on his head four on his chest each set of lips had a private wish on flowered breath each curving hip had him going back into the mess quitting was no option even if it lead to his death even the best have fallen even the greatest will fail a test but after loads and burdens filled with clothes and curtains his throat is hurtin and death is certain the prince returns into the burning building losing feeling in his fingertips and arms overwhelmed by all the effort our good samaritan succumbs on his slow decent his eyes focused in on a shiny silhouette racing to hold onto his hand its the last of the daughters fairest of hand and face picture of grace slim carrying but bearing a sudden strength hey this is a song for all the punk kids who turned handsome and got old a romantic for lost souls i said hey this is a song for all the dumb shit that you stand for and lost hope its been a long time my how you have grown she looks into the princes eyes just before his vision fades holds his hand and whispers its gonna be ok picks up his broken frame and steps out of the flames lays him in the grass as the house collapses into the blaze while all the other daughters are crying over diamonds they forget about the prince laying unconscious and silent except for the last worried by the man waits for his eyes to open never letting go of his hand hey this is a song for all the punk kids who turned handsome and got old a romantic for lost souls i said hey this is a song for all the dumb shit that you stand for and lost hope its been a long time my how you have grown the prince told me this tale somber with a straight face over some cups of bitter coffee and couple blue plates and i trust his every word as i’d known him all my life but if you don’t believe my story go ask the prince’s wife.