OUT THE BLUE

Summer 2022

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    Where'd the Golden Child go? 
    Got locked in the Phantom Zone? 
    When will he get up and move? 
    When we he get out the blue? 
    Where'd the Golden Child go? 
    Got locked in the Phantom Zone? 
    When will he get up and move? 
    When will he get out the b– 

    It's cold out here 
    I been days, or months, or weeks, or years 
    It's hard to say and hard to know 
    Like Schrödinger,  
    you know how it goes 
    Or maybe you don't 
    Maybe I never existed 
    Maybe this is just a figment 
    Maybe all of my prayers are wishes 
    Maybe the power I once had inside of me's flared out and faded and now it's all gone 
    Maybe this place is a prison and I need to suffer and scream to atone for my wrongs 
    Maybe it's what I deserve 
    Maybe I need to be frozen and burned 
    Maybe I'm hoping in something that's fake and I need to quit wishing that I could return 
    Yeah, I'm dreaming of things 
    Buying a ring, getting down on one knee 
    Us living forever happily without all the hurt and the pain in between 
    But then it all fades, and I hear the screams,  
    I'm dreaming again 
    It's all the same and it's different,  
    lifetimes in a minute 
    Left, up, right, down just isn't 
    I'm seeing my family die at my hand 
    I'm seeing my darling with another man 
    I'm seeing my friends all forget who I am 
    I'm seeing myself rejecting my plan 
    I'm dreaming bout everything, everywhere, and all that it could have been 
    I'm dreaming bout all of my wins 
    I'm dreaming bout all of my sins 
    All of the questions I had are getting some answers 
    What if we're never-to-be like it's Sanvers? 
    What is the reason my hands hurt? 
    What if it's cancer? What if the fans lurk? 
    I'm dreaming they're throwing some stones 
    I'm dreaming my people are getting disowned 
    I'm dreaming that they all erase me 
    I'm seeing how all of'em hate me 
    It's too dark in here and I can't take it, but what else can I do? 
    Conjure up memories of people and places that made me safe 
    Rewind the tapes, play them all back, watch'em all through 
    Dive in head-first, and sink in the blue? 
    What else can I do? 

    Where'd the Golden Child go? 
    Got locked in the Phantom Zone? 
    When will he get up and move? 
    When we he get out the blue? 
    Where'd the Golden Child go? 
    Got locked in the Phantom Zone? 
    When will he get up and move? 
    When will he get out the b– 

    When will he get out the blue? 
    When will he get out the blue? 

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    I think I need some time to think 
    I think I need some time to drink 
    I think I need some time to eat some water and sleep 
    Wait 
    No 
    No, my mind's all of flutter 
    My mind's in the gutter 
    My apartment's all a clutter 
    I got scattered and battered inside that ten-by-ten-by-ten 
    I got lost inside my mind, echoing inside my head 
    Now I'm stuck here in the blue, and I don't know what to do 
    Cause I'll say pretty please to God but then I'll break all my new rules 
    I'm tryna make process, but quit on the process 
    I'm thinking I should write more and talk less 
    So let's write it all down, let's just lay it out 
    Let it go, let it flow, and just hope we don't drown 

    It's hard to have community when you've been MIA 
    I got like ten friends, nine of them are out of state 
    We talk once a month, maybe twice if we're lucky 
    And I always find the beauty, but it's hard to call this lovely 
    Maybe I'm just broken, maybe I just need to sleep 
    Maybe in the morning I'll give up on all my dreams 
    It's hard to wanna hustle when like four of them believe 
    But it's really not their fault cause look at me, no look at me 
    I got all of my scars dropping boxes and the ball 
    Disregarding new mercies every summer, spring, and fall 
    And it's all out of order cause I don't protect my border 
    So now I'm terrified that she'll leave when I tell it all  

    Tryna break the fifth wall, drinking black tea on bones days
    And you can stay the night, just lemme know the day 
    I made it to twenty-one, but not unscathed 
    Heroism is a full-time-job and it don't really pay 
    I know you don't believe half of what I've said 
    Cause I was lost and almost found seven times in my head 
    But now I'm not afraid to fall, cause even if it's gravity 
    If I get to be with you, there's no place that I'd rather be 
    Can't wait for the mentions, Lord, save me from your followers 
    Stay away from darling, don't you dare to request to follow her 
    "Let all your damage damage me", those the words I want to speak 
    After the after party 

    Said I was on the way to wonderland, but immer immer wieder 
    Just gimme a minute to sit because my feet hurt 
    Feels like a few years ago, on those country roads 
    Makin' proud proclamations moments after I had seen her 
    But it wasn't really time, and it really isn't now 
    Still learning how to fly with me feet on the ground 
    Still learning how to kneel and take off my crown 
    Still learning how to breathe, still learning how to bow 
    Hard to start it over, take it from the top again 
    Had to work out of the blue before I could get out the red 
    No trust me when I tell you it'll make sense in the end 
    Just never lose your hope, and I'll see you tomorrow, friend 

    I wanna build some muscle, wanna stay out of trouble 
    Wanna build myself a throne and sit on top of all the rubble 
    Wanna cultivate a home that's God-fearing and blessed 
    Want to never lash out at the kids when I get stressed 
    I hope they're doing well, hope they call on me for help 
    Praying that they move toward heaven and move away from hell 
    No I don't know if I did well with my time there 
    But when I prosper, maybe I can let them know that I care 
    May God protect all of the people that I love 
    Man I hope that I make proud the saints watching from above 
    Nah I'm not sleeping anymore, no, I promise you that 
    Can't wait to talk about with you when it's all a wrap 

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    I wish I didn't use my friends as therapists 
    I wish I didn't waste so much time being scared of it 
    I wish my authenticity didn't get me embarrassed 
    I wish I wasn't mocked by friends, teachers, and grandparents 
    For every other thought and desire 
    I wish they would admit that they had conspired 
    To make me look like a liar 
    So I don't have to take the heat for every time that they promised me water 
    And then doused me in fire 
    Call that a bait and a switch 
    Just throw my hate in a ditch 
    Or a grave or a pit 
    Wherever my body lands, so that I can stay with it 
    And it'll stay with me, locked inside of my bones 
    The ones I wish I'd never jumped when nobody was home 
    Man I wish I wasn't proud of my inevitability 
    I wish that I could say what's been killing me 
    I wish the family name wasn't held as a responsibility 
    I wish that she was into me physically 
    Not just for the laughs and the good conversation 
    Being funny's great til you got no one to hang with 
    So now I'm hoping and I'm prayin that somebody understands 
    What it's like to have acquaintances who all have friends 
    Man I hope that I can pay my dad back 
    For every semester that I threw in the trash 
    After I had moved the tassel that was on my grad cap 
    When I was wishing they would diss me so that I could clap back 
    I wonder if they'll miss me when I'm dead and gone 
    Who should I give the rights to for all these second-rate songs? 
    Third kid, Golden Child, should have gotten it right 
    I'm just tryna survive, but I should be living for the light, yeah 
    Broke out the chamber but I'm still hearing the echoes 
    No catch me in the shadows holding on when I should let go 
    Can't wait to say "good morning" but I never say "good night" 
    Sign off with "peace" but I never stand and fight, no 
    It's oxymoronic, I'm tryna move on it 
    It's parasitic, bubonic, and I might die to resolve it 
    But we scrapped that album, so I suppose I should keep living 
    But I don't want this life of sleeping, working, and sinning 
    If the Lord don’t forgive me, I'mma still try my best 
    But what is my "best" when I can never get some rest? 
    No the rest of me's in shambles, like I'm walking in a bramble 
    And I can't heal myself with a pen or a piano, nah 
    Trust me I've tried, on the sea catching rides 
    It comes and goes in waves, SHM on the tides 
    And I'd adjust the sails, but I'm trapped in all these currents 
    I keep fighting the urge to light it all up and burn it 
    If I'm already breaking down, what more could I lose? 
    I guess my hope, I suppose my fuse, yeah 
    I'm sorry, you really weren't meant to see this 
    No, I don't know how to redeem this 

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    I wish that these were blood stains 
    Maybe then I wouldn't be stuck in this dumb haze 
    Maybe then I would sleep in on Sundays 
    Maybe then I wouldn’t shirk from the Son's gaze 
    But I like it with the lights out, we know this 
    Tell Narrowgate that I've been trying to own this 
    But it's a hard thing, and I don’t know who's noticed 
    That I can't hold my head high, cause I can't control my eyes, yeah 
    No that's a little on the nose, don't you think? 
    My tongue's on fire, I need to cool it with a drink 
    Send Father Abe to dip his finger in a pool 
    But I would never ask for that cause I'm not that type of fool, no 
    Cause I know I was made for greatness 
    But is greatness just making it on playlists? 
    Not sure how they'll react when I say this 
    But right now I can't tell if I'm God's or Satan's 
    And oh we're back, that's that sinusoidal motion 
    This is how it goes when you're devoid of devotion 
    Capricious little grouch, tryna rewrite his history 
    But I can't act like I don't know all of what this meant to me 
    I wonder if the phantoms will let me go 
    I wonder if I'll ever make it home 
    Will I ever make it home? 
    No 

    But I can feel it in the wind 
    Fly, butterfly, past the shame and the sin 
    Alight on my shoulder, and whisper in my ear 
    Tell me that my story isn't over here, no 
    Cause I can feel it in the wind 
    Fly, butterfly, past the shame and the sin 
    Alight on my shoulder, and whisper in my ear 
    Tell me that it's time 
    Tell me this is my year  

    Oh my, oh dear 
    it's crazy what can change in a day, month, week and year 
    Yeah 
    What did I miss? You got any good news? No 
    Tell me the truth, did time stop for you, too? 
    "What is it you must do at the pent of this house?" 
    Man, I'm looking for love, pursuing something profound 
    Please tell me there's a reason that you didn't move on 
    That you didn't leave me for dead when I got it all wrong 
    Is it possible they were right, that my heart's a delight? 
    That I won't fade away when darkness fades into light? 
    I'm hoping that it's true so I'm getting up to move  
    and I'm praying that you're gonna see me through 
    I'm coming out the blue now, but make no mistake 
    I'm the same kid as I was when I was Narrowgate, yeah 
    But don't forget, I'm still the Golden Child 
    And the Golden Child's still heavensent
    Yes, you did it

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all songs written by Stuart Clark
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