Black Swan lyrics

Write me up all night
Like lightning can autograph my third-story window
You’re my Ursula K. Le Guin
And all I wanna do is be your plainspoken himbo
I drive up like James Bond in a baby-blue Cadillac
Like you’re Marilyn Monroe
And I’m Jack Kerouac

When you win I’m chagrinned
Paint the town Pepsi blue
You’re like Dionysus
And I’m your Apollonian sin
You lionize Plato
And I’m Napoleon Dynamite’s win
You’re Chanel No. 5
And I’m your high K-Pop Calvinist hymn
You’re Mulholland Drive
And I’m Dynamite Napoleon

Gaze up at you with my puppy-brown eyes
When you pose, I’m all suckered
You’re Joan Didion
Cullin’ God out of our honeymoon embers
When you shrug, I’m all tuckered
I’m like Gideon
Only Archimedean
What happened to the girl I once knew?
’Fraid-a sex, ’fraid-a danger
Gonna spin, gonna whirl
It’s a big, bad world out there, cash your checks
Hide from strangers
You know the Second Coming’s a gentleman yet?
My lament’s from a manger
Like God Herself is some immanent substrate
I’m like Rimbaud
And you’re like my moonlit rearranger
I’m like Baudelaire
And you’re like my End Times exchanger

The end of men or not
That’s the difference the black widow makes
Prophecies are either untrue or aren’t they?
I’m appalled, I’m on fire
You’re my black swan assent
Your close calls on the line
And I’m your messianic black swan event

Ooh, oh-oh oh oh oh
Pepsi stands for karmic patterns
Woah, oh-oh oh oh woe
Pepsi is real
Pepsi is forever and ever
Throw on some clothes
Your musings puncture “the Second Coming silence”
You’re like P.D. James
And all I do is rue the day God didn’t forbid violence
I ride up like Bogart in a rarefied carriage
Like you’re Lauren Bacall
I say let’s marriage

When you win I’m chagrinned
Paint the town Pepsi blue
You’re like Dionysus
And I’m your Apollonian win
You lionize Shakespeare
And I’m Napoleon Dynamite’s grin
You’re Chanel No. 5
And I’m your high American K-Pop lament
You’re Mulholland Drive
And I’m Dynamite Napoleon

Gaze up at you with my puppy-brown eyes
When you pose, I’m all suckered
You’re obsidian
And I’m cullin’ God out of our honeymoon embers
When you shrug, I’m all tuckered
I’m our reality’s Gideon
But Archimedean
What happened to the girl I once knew?
’Fraid-a sex, ’fraid-a danger
Gonna spin, gonna whirl
It’s a big, bad world out there, cash your checks
Hide from strangers
You know the Second Coming’s a gentleman yet?
I write freebies from danger
Like God Herself is some immanent substrate
I’m so quotidian
And you’re like my chromosomal rearranger
I’m prime meridian
And you’re like my End Times honeymoon manger

Christ and AI
I wanna take you to your algorithm’s border
You’ll pull rank on your prince
Don’t call it reason, call it male ego’s disorder
I’m appalled, I’m on fire
And you’re my black swan ascent
Your close calls on the line
And I’m your messianic black swan event

Ooh, oh-oh oh oh oh
Colson Lin spins Pepsi-Cola
Woah, oh-oh oh oh woe
Pepsi is forever
Pepsi is forever and ever

[spoken]
“You could be brilliant but you’re a coward.”

[spoken]
“I’m sorry.”

[spoken]
“Now stop saying that! That’s exactly what I’m talking about, stop being so f*cking weak.”

Ride me up all night
Like lightning can autograph my iPad window
You’re my Zora Neale Hurston
And all I want to do is be your philosophical limbo
I drive up like James Dean in a baby bond Cadillac
Like you’re Dorothy Dandridge
And I’m Jack Kerouac

When you laugh I’m chagrinned
Paint the town Pepsi blue
You’re like Dionysus
And I’m your Apollonian sin
You lionize Hepburn
And I’m Jo Stockton’s rarefied glint
You’re Chanel No. 5
And I’m your high K-Pop apocalypse Flint
You’re Mulholland Drive
And I’m the boy who rains unicorn events

Gaze up at you with my puppy-brown eyes
When you pose, I’m all suckered
You’s a rare diamond
Cullin’ God out of our honeymoon embers
When you shrug, I’m all tuckered
I’m goin’ minin’

I’m appalled, I’m on fire
And you’re my black swan assent
Your close calls on the line
And I’m your messianic black swan event

I’m appalled, I’m on fire
And you’re my black swan descent
You’re beneath all desire
And I’m your messianic black swan relent

Your passionless logic
And I’m your depth’s black swan lament
Baby blue’s my desire
And I’m your pattern recognition’s assent

Your flame artificial
Like a woman with no memory
No desires to dream of
Me? I’m an international man of mystery
No conflicts to breathe of
Pepsi stands for karmic dramas
No longings to speak of
I’m an international crooner of destiny

Ooh, oh-oh oh oh oh
Colson Lin spins Pepsi-Cola
Woah, oh-oh oh oh woe
Pepsi stands for karmic patterns
That’s the truth, that’s the loot
Our reality tastes like Pepsi-Cola
Ooh, oh-oh oh oh oh
Our reality tastes like Pepsi-Cola

Write me up all night
I’m Jack Kerouac