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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You collect long words
Like pressed leaves in a cracked notebook
Say “anencephaly” then laugh
Ask
“Does it scare you or just sound blue?”
You stir your coffee
With a jacaranda bloom you stole
Purple stains your fingers
You call it your polite little bruise
[Chorus]
Jacaranda gentleman
Bowtie made of broken syllables
Holding doors for every ghost
That ever walked across your skull
Jacaranda gentleman
You tip your hat to every doubt
Say “I’m missing half my mind
But watch the flowers thinking out loud”
[Verse 2]
You walk the quiet streets
Naming clouds like they’re your cousins
Offer strangers paper hearts
Folded from prescription instructions
You quote philosophers
Then trip over a curb and grin
Say
“Grace is just gravity
With a suit and a safety pin”
[Chorus]
Jacaranda gentleman
Bowtie made of broken syllables
Holding doors for every ghost
That ever walked across your skull
Jacaranda gentleman
You tip your hat to every doubt
Say “I’m missing half my mind
But watch the flowers thinking out loud”
Details
GeneratedJan 18, 2026
Duration2:28
LanguageTL
Style
Surreal indie-art pop, dry male vocals over tight, detuned drums and woozy chorus-soaked guitars. Verses are sparse and conversational; chorus blooms with stacked falsetto oohs, spring reverb, and a subtle glockenspiel sparkle. Mix leans into dreamlike oddness, glitches on key words, then snaps clean for the last hook.
Credits
Prompt by
MadMadMuzik
MadMadMuzikModelAria v5
Prompt
Anencephalies gentlemanliness’s jacaranda
