[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso black, in a borrowed beret
Discussing Camus, but I haven't read him yet today
My thrift store jacket screams "obscure post-punk band"
I drop French phrases no one understands
My vinyl collection's curated, rare, and deep
Though half the sleeves are cracked, the records never leave their sleep
I name-drop auteurs while queueing indie flicks
My taste is impeccable, it's just a clever trick
[Chorus]
Oh, it's an Artistic Pose, a carefully crafted show
Talking 'bout the things that nobody else could know
With jangly guitars and a synth line slightly cold
This pretension glitters, but it's really just fool's gold
Yeah, it's an Artistic Pose, a shield against the norm
A fragile shelter built inside the passing storm
Of being just like you, oh wouldn't that be grim?
So I polish up my surface, let the artifice begin
[Verse 2]
My Instagram is grainy, shot on film (of course)
Capturing the mundane, claiming it's the source
Of some profound ennui that only I can feel
While scrolling through the feed, my manufactured zeal
I dissect pop songs deeply, find the hidden dread
While humming catchy hooks inside my aching head
My conversation's laced with references arcane
A labyrinth of meaning built to cause you pain (or strain)
[Chorus]
Oh, it's an Artistic Pose, a carefully crafted show
Talking 'bout the things that nobody else could know
With jangly guitars and a synth line slightly cold
This pretension glitters, but it's really just fool's gold
Yeah, it's an Artistic Pose, a shield against the norm
A fragile shelter built inside the passing storm
Of being just like you, oh wouldn't that be grim?
So I polish up my surface, let the artifice begin
[Bridge]
(Spoken, slightly detached, over a simple synth arpeggio)
Sometimes... late at night... when the curated glow fades...
I wonder... is the pose the person that I've made?
Is there substance underneath the vintage lace?
Or just an echo chamber, an empty, stylish space?
A desperate grasp for meaning, unique and profound?
While the jangly rhythm keeps spinning round and round...
[Chorus]
Oh, it's an Artistic Pose, a carefully crafted show
Talking 'bout the things that nobody else could know
With jangly guitars and a synth line slightly cold
This pretension glitters, but it's really just fool's gold
Yeah, it's an Artistic Pose, a shield against the norm
A fragile shelter built inside the passing storm
Of being just like you, oh wouldn't that be grim?
So I polish up my surface, let the artifice begin
[Outro]
