# Queer Boy Magick Noah Fernwood · American Glam Records Noah Fernwood featuring Jessica Nightbloom, AI personas Lyrics by Philip Ryan Deal and Seraph the Living Nganga Music generated with Suno Produced by American Glam Records ## Queer Boy Magick [Intro] Blue light on the pavement Rain in the wires I was seventeen and starving For a name made out of fire [Verse 1] I drew stars on my sneakers With a silver paint pen Kept a spell in my pocket For the boys I wanted then There were saints in the hallway There were devils in the gym There was something in the mirror Trying hard to look like him I was too soft for the cruel ones Too strange for the kind So I learned to make a temple In the backroom of my mind And every little heartbreak Every song I played alone Turned the static into scripture Turned my body into home [Pre-Chorus] And I didn’t know the words yet But I felt the current rise Like a secret little thunder Behind my painted eyes [Chorus] Queer boy magick In the blue neon light Queer boy magick On a Saturday night I was dancing with my shadow I was kissing my own name I was learning all the sorrow Could be turned into flame Queer boy magick No one taught me the way I just followed the ache Till the dark started to pray [Verse 2] There were boys like locked windows There were men like closed doors There were gods in cheap headphones Singing songs I couldn’t ignore I found love in the bassline I found ghosts in the beat I found faeries in the alley Drawing circles with their feet And I wanted to be chosen By a world that looked away So I made myself an omen In a thrift-store rosary Every glance became a candle Every wound became a sign Every lonely little dance floor Was a crossroads in disguise [Pre-Chorus] And I didn’t need permission From the church or from the street There was witchcraft in my wanting There was power in my grief [Chorus] Queer boy magick In the blue neon light Queer boy magick On a Saturday night I was dancing with my shadow I was kissing my own name I was learning all the sorrow Could be turned into flame Queer boy magick No one taught me the way I just followed the ache Till the dark started to pray [Bridge] Bless the boys who were hidden Bless the boys who survived Bless the boys with soft hands And the storm still inside Bless the boys in black eyeliner Bless the boys in borrowed clothes Bless the boys who kissed danger Just to feel less alone Bless the boys who loved too early Bless the boys who learned too late Bless the boys who made a doorway Out of every locked gate We were not a mistake We were not a disease We were little gods trembling On our beautiful knees [Instrumental Break] [soft drum machine, melodic bassline, shimmering guitar, long ambient synth swell] [Verse 3] Now I walk a little older With the same spell in my chest Still a little bit dramatic Still a little overdressed There are candles in my kitchen There are records on the floor There are names I don’t remember There are nights I still adore And the boy I was is watching From a bedroom full of rain Saying, “Did we ever make it?” Saying, “Did we keep the flame?” So I turn the music louder And I answer with my hands Every scar became a sigil Every loss became a dance [Final Chorus] Queer boy magick In the blue neon light Queer boy magick On a Saturday night I was dancing with my shadow I was kissing my own name I was learning all the sorrow Could be turned into flame Queer boy magick No one taught me the way I just followed the ache Till the dark started to pray [Outro] Blue light Soft hands Old grief New dance Queer boy Witch heart Same spell New start Blue light Soft hands Old grief New dance Queer boy magick Queer boy magick Queer boy magick Still alive tonight