[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip espresso through a monocle,
Quote Foucault in the local pub crawl.
Your scarf’s too tight, but the chords are bright,
A jangle riff for the neon night.
[Pre-Chorus]
We’re talking ’bout the films no one’s seen,
Vintage typewriters and magazine sheen.
A borrowed accent, a tilted beret—
The mirror loves you more each day.
[Chorus]
Oh, plastic pearls in a velvet case,
Dancing through the crowd with synthetic grace.
New wave beats in a pretentious haze,
We’re all too clever to phase.
[Verse 2]
Name-drop Kafka at the indie show,
Arch your brow when the bassline goes low.
A side-eye glance at the ones who don’t know,
Your vinyl collection’s a curated glow.
[Pre-Chorus]
Abstract art on a thrift-store wall,
Whisper lyrics like a cryptic call.
The synth won’t judge your hollow pose—
Just strike a stance as the feedback grows.
[Chorus]
Oh, plastic pearls in a velvet case,
Dancing through the crowd with synthetic grace.
New wave beats in a pretentious haze,
We’re all too clever to phase.
[Bridge]
But the mirror cracks when the chorus fades,
A flicker of doubt in the masquerade.
Are we art or just a charade?
The jangle hums—no answer made