Astronautalis & Mild Davis - Prince of Mayport video free download

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.