[Intro]
(Jangly guitar riff, crisp drums, subtle synth pad)
[Verse 1]
I sip my espresso black, imported beans
Discussing Kierkegaard and cinematic scenes
From films you've never seen, in languages obscure
My vintage jacket's cut, impeccably pure
I drop a name you know, but just the lesser known
A subtle flex to show how far my mind has flown
My vinyl collection gleams, rare pressings, mint condition
My taste is so refined, beyond your base ambition
[Chorus]
Oh, it's velvet obscurity
A curated mystery
I wear my intellect like a crown
While you're just hanging 'round
In pedestrian reality
This pose comes naturally
My depth is just too profound
For the common ground
[Verse 2]
I quote a poet d**d, misattribute the line
But the rhythm sounds so good, fits perfectly with mine
I arch a single brow at your simplistic view
Of art, or life, or love, or anything you do
My conversation's laced with references oblique
Designed to make you feel uniquely weak
I cultivate an air of weary disaffection
A shield against the glare of mass-market reflection
[Chorus]
Oh, it's velvet obscurity
A curated mystery
I wear my intellect like a crown
While you're just hanging 'round
In pedestrian reality
This pose comes naturally
My depth is just too profound
For the common ground
[Bridge]
(Synth arpeggio ascends, bassline becomes more prominent)
Is there a flicker there? A doubt behind the stare?
A fear the careful mask might tear?
That maybe all this sound and fury signifies...
A desperate need to be perceived as wise?
(Drums build slightly, then drop)
[Chorus]
Oh, it's velvet obscurity
A curated mystery
I wear my intellect like a crown
While you're just hanging 'round
In pedestrian reality
This pose comes naturally
My depth is just too profound
For the common ground
[Outro]
(Jangly guitar riff repeats, synth pads swell slightly then fade, drums become more sparse and echoey, bass holds a final note)
