Clubhouse
Allan Rayman Lyrics

How many people have I met before?
Questioning the repetition he encounters

How many stories have I heard before?
Questioning the authenticity of the stories he hears repeatedly

How many times does the introduction hold me accountable?
Feeling trapped by expectations associated with introductions

That was Allan Rayman, no
Announcing that he's embodying a different persona

This is Mr. Roadhouse nice to meet you
Introducing his new persona, Roadhouse

If you follow me I'll take you through the back room
Leading others into his inner circle

Please take your shoes off, don't need 'em in the back room
Requesting a symbolic gesture of leaving the outside world behind

You've been here before, well this is best without them
Implying that those who return to his circle don't need shoes, as they've already made the journey before

No one knows about them
His circle is off-limits to outsiders

Welcome to the circle Mr. Roadhouse
Formally welcoming new members into his inner circle

Wait what about Allan?
Acknowledging his true identity

He'll be alright
Assuring that Allan Rayman is still present and will be unscathed

Let's go ahead, I'll tell him
Encouraging new members to enter his inner circle

I'll tell him what he misses
Assuring Allan that he's still welcome in his circle

Tell him what he love about it everything he wishes
Tempting Allan with the benefits of being in his inner circle

All the girls love him now, his friends are getting vicious
Implying that Allan will gain popularity and will face envy from others

This is talent, boy
Highlighting the appeal of being part of his inner circle

This a world for the idols build a statue, boy
Suggesting that being part of his circle is a path to greatness

They're smiling at you, boy
Assuring new members that they're welcome and accepted

Quick check his vitals
Checking to make sure Allan is okay and coping with the changes

Oh Allan
Returning to his true identity and checking in on himself

Oh, how did we get here?
Reflecting on his current state and how he arrived there

What have you done now?
Questioning himself and his choices

Sometimes, well now, most times
Admitting to being overwhelmed

I feel like I'm losing my mind
Suggesting he's struggling with his mental health

I'm gone
Feeling lost and disconnected

Well I don't know what happened
Confused about how he ended up where he is

They were all clapping for me now, this some kind of magic
Feeling overwhelmed by the positive feedback he's receiving

The voices getting louder, influencing all my action
Feeling like he's losing control over his actions

Please
Imploring for help and guidance

Well say I do great, I strive to do better
Recognizing that he sets high expectations for himself

Well that's the face of demon swear my image is his power
Suggesting that his success comes from a dark place

I got some fucking powers
Acknowledging his abilities and influence

Well this could be bad this could be my final hour
Feeling like he's on the brink of self-destruction

One step closer to the closure of the cage
Feeling like he's trapped and does not know how to escape

I'm writing all these words then I don't hear what I say
Feeling disconnected from himself and his creative process

Roadhouse, please, uh, close the cage
Asking his persona to protect him and keep him safe

I don't need the fame, I don't want the fame
Declaring that he doesn't need or want fame, despite its tempting qualities

Please Roadhouse close the cage
Begging his persona to protect him from himself

Shut 'em all out for me
Asking to be shielded from the outside world

'Cause I don't wanna hear 'em no more
Feeling overwhelmed and exhausted by the outside world

And I don't wanna see them no more
Desperately seeking solitude and escape