Create synth-driven new wave/post-punk pop lyrics for a cool detached female vocalist with occasional playful yelps, in A minor, 122 BPM. Core instrumentation: vintage Farfisa combo organ, rubbery new-wave bass guitar, tight 80s drum kit, occasional trumpet fills, warbly 8-bit synth riffs. The narrative follows a sarcastic protagonist mocking pretentious downtown art scene posers who fake underground credibility while ordering $15 matcha lattes. Imagery includes smudged neon gallery signs, chipped vintage vinyl stacks, fake leather jackets falling apart at the seams. Tone is witty, danceably ironic, lightly playful rather than sharply cruel, fitting the early 80s MTV kitschy cool vibe. Reference the lyrical cadence and sass of Blondie, The Go-Go's, and B-52's Kate Pierson.
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[Intro] [Hook] Green tea on a silver tray (Hey!) You throw your life away (Yip!) In the gallery display Every single day [Verse] Smudged neon on the wall You stand so very tall In your pleather coat Sinking like a boat Seams are ripping out (Ooh!) What is this art about? Just a blank white square And you just stand and stare [Pre-Chorus] Fifteen dollars for a cup Drink it down, drink it up Tell me that you're indie-made In your retro-grade parade [Chorus] Oh, you're so underground (Yeah!) Spinning vintage vinyl round Dancing on the broken ledge Standing right upon the edge Making such a silent sound Lost inside the lost and found With your cool detached stare Like you don't even care (Ha!) [Post-Chorus] Poser, poser, strike a pose Nose bleed where the money goes Poser, poser, look at you Nothing that you say is true [Verse] Dusty records on the floor Waiting by the stage door Faking all your punk pedigree For the local VIP Got your boots from France But you cannot dance Just a shadow in the dim Following a silly whim [Pre-Chorus] Fifteen dollars for a cup Drink it down, drink it up Tell me that you're indie-made In your retro-grade parade [Chorus] Oh, you're so underground (Yeah!) Spinning vintage vinyl round Dancing on the broken ledge Standing right upon the edge Making such a silent sound Lost inside the lost and found With your cool detached stare Like you don't even care (Ha!) [Bridge] Farfisa keys begin to whine Trumpet blowing down the line You're a masterpiece of plastic art With a very tiny heart Paint it red, paint it blue Nothing's really new Just a copy of a copy Static and so sloppy [Breakdown] Sipping matcha green tea (Ah!) For the fake VIP (Yep!) Buy the expensive ticket Just to stand and kick it [Chorus] Oh, you're so underground (Yeah!) Spinning vintage vinyl round Dancing on the broken ledge Standing right upon the edge Making such a silent sound Lost inside the lost and found With your cool detached stare Like you don't even care (Ha!) [Outro]
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