Former Prince Andrew

Описание: “Former Prince Andrew” is a dark Appalachian storytelling piece rooted in consequence, power, and the unraveling of public image. Framed in outlaw southern rock and narrative folk tradition, the song traces the arc of privilege — from naval hero and royal envoy to a name defined by scrutiny rather than ceremony.

Built on a steady, brooding pulse, the track doesn’t chase spectacle. Instead, it leans into atmosphere — worn gold textures, cracked foundations, and the quiet weight of accountability. The lyrics walk through reputation, association, public interviews, and the slow erosion of protection once granted by title.

This is not tabloid sensationalism. It is a reckoning song.

In the spirit of traditional Appalachian ballads, where history is told plainly and consequence is inevitable, “Former Prince Andrew” explores what happens when status can no longer shield a man from the questions of the world.

Castles may be built on stone, but judgment arrives without ceremony.

They used to call him Prince Andrew
Second son with the world in hand
Palace stone and a navy ribbon
Born to rule, not where he stands

Former Prince Andrew, raised in gold
Every door open, every story told
From Falklands fire to a polished name
A royal life and rising fame

Trade envoy walking the global line
Deals and dinners, power and wine
A man of rank in a tailored suit
With the weight of the crown at the root

Former Prince Andrew, how’d it fall this way
From Buckingham lights to the light of day
Where the truth cuts through what the titles hide
And the world don’t bend when the facts collide

You can carry a name from a royal line
But you can’t outrun what you left behind
Former Prince Andrew, hear the call
When the past comes due, it takes it all

Met a man named Epstein, wealth and vice
Private jets and a hidden price
Photographs and the stories spread
Questions hanging on what was said

A BBC chair and a frozen stare
“No regret” in the public glare
While the whole world watched it unfold
And the silence felt heavier than gold

He stepped back slow but the damage stayed
Titles stripped and the ranks all laid
From Duke of York to a name alone
No shield left from the royal throne

Now the law comes knocking, daylight clear
No crown to lean on, no shield here
Emails, records, the questions turn
About what was known and what was learned

Public office and the lines he crossed
What was risked and what it cost
Different charges, a different flame
But the shadow still circles the name

Not just scandal, not just shame
But a system bending around a name
And when it breaks, it breaks for real
No crest, no guard, no private deal

Former Prince Andrew, standing there
No royal robe, no gilded chair
Just a man with the truth laid bare
And the whole world watching everywhere

You can live in castles built on stone
But you answer one day on your own
Former Prince Andrew — that’s the cost
When the line gets crossed and the crown is lost