[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I sip espresso black as midnight thought
In a cafe where the unwashed masses ought
To know my name, or at least my obscure band
Whose B-sides only critics understand
This vintage scarf, a thrift store coup d'état
Proves I was cool before you knew *where* it was at
I quote philosophers you've never heard
My every utterance is a profound word
[Chorus]
Oh, it's all so jangly, bright, and clean (So clean!)
These arpeggios paint a knowing scene
I'm dancing archly on the cutting edge
While you just cling onto the window ledge
This new wave synth, a cold and distant chime
Reflects the depth lost in this shallow time
(Except for mine)
[Verse 2]
My novel's dense, intentionally opaque
A labyrinthine journey for your sake
To understand it? Well, that's the point, you see
It separates the wheat (like me) from chaff (like thee)
I only watch films shot in grainy grey
With subtitles and endings that dismay
The common viewer seeking simple thrills
I crave the angst that true artistic skill instills
[Chorus]
Oh, it's all so jangly, bright, and clean (So clean!)
These arpeggios paint a knowing scene
I'm dancing archly on the cutting edge
While you just cling onto the window ledge
This new wave synth, a cold and distant chime
Reflects the depth lost in this shallow time
(Except for mine)
[Bridge]
(Spoken, slightly sneering over a minimal synth line)
Authenticity? Such a bourgeois dream. True art resides in the carefully constructed *persona*, the meticulously curated reference. This chord? Deliberately unresolved. Like life. Or your comprehension. See?
[Verse 3]
My vinyl collection's alphabetized
By genres you can't even categorize
Post-Krautrock ambient drone-core, perhaps?
Your Top 40 playlist? Pure collapse
I sigh dramatically at the setting sun
Another masterpiece, another day... undone
By the sheer weight of my discerning gaze
Lost in this velvet, self-constructed haze
[Chorus]
Oh, it's all so jangly, bright, and clean (So clean!)
These arpeggios paint a knowing scene
I'm dancing archly on the cutting edge
While you just cling onto the window ledge
This new wave synth, a cold and distant chime
Reflects the depth lost in this shallow time
(Except for mine... obviously)
[Outro]
(Fade out on jangly guitar riff and detached synth melody, perhaps a final, dismissive sigh)
