Hologram Queen
1972 British glam stomp rock at 128 BPM, raw and decadent with crunchy fuzzed-out electric guitar, bluesy lead breaks, four-on-the-floor stomp drums, bonga with handclap accents, and glittery string stabs. Raspy theatrical male vocals ride analog tape warmth, half-volume emotional peak, no polished pop, no autotune, no radio mix, fast tempo, tembre in voice
Weiseart·3:32
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Hologram Queen
1972 British glam stomp rock at 128 BPM, raw and decadent with crunchy fuzzed-out electric guitar, bluesy lead breaks, four-on-the-floor stomp drums, bonga with handclap accents, and glittery string stabs. Raspy theatrical male vocals ride analog tape warmth, half-volume emotional peak, no polished pop, no autotune, no radio mix, fast tempo, tembre in voice
Creator: WeiseartRelease Date: May 21, 2026
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In a digital forest where the pixel-vines grow,
T.Rex on the wire and the ringlights all aglow,
Diamond-eyed dancers, satin and chrome,
The screen is their jungle, the lens is their throne.
[Chorus]
Oh, she's a cosmic cam-cat, hologram queen,
Tipping in the dark for a glitter-machine.
Click-click, baby, drop your silver coin —
She's a starlight serpent and she's gonna purr on.
[Verse 2]
Tattoo-tigress with a velvet command,
A thousand little wizards with a coin in their hand.
She bangs the gong and the wallets go boom,
She's the moon in the window of a rented room.
[Chorus]
Oh, she's a cosmic cam-cat, hologram queen,
Tipping in the dark for a glitter-machine.
Click-click, baby, drop your silver coin —
She's a starlight serpent and she's gonna purr on.
[Bridge]
The clickers in their caves, they shiver and they pay,
Little grey moths to her electric ballet.
She don't wear no chains, boys — you do,
She's the spell and the spider and the web come true.
[Chorus]
Oh, she's a cosmic cam-cat, hologram queen,
Tipping in the dark for a glitter-machine.
[choir, whisper]
Click-click, baby, drop your silver coin —
She's a starlight serpent and she's gonna (purr on.)
[hand claps]
[Lead Guitar Solo Outro]
In a digital forest where the pixel-vines grow,
T.Rex on the wire and the ringlights all aglow,
Diamond-eyed dancers, satin and chrome,
The screen is their jungle, the lens is their throne.
[Chorus]
Oh, she's a cosmic cam-cat, hologram queen,
Tipping in the dark for a glitter-machine.
Click-click, baby, drop your silver coin —
She's a starlight serpent and she's gonna purr on.
[Verse 2]
Tattoo-tigress with a velvet command,
A thousand little wizards with a coin in their hand.
She bangs the gong and the wallets go boom,
She's the moon in the window of a rented room.
[Chorus]
Oh, she's a cosmic cam-cat, hologram queen,
Tipping in the dark for a glitter-machine.
Click-click, baby, drop your silver coin —
She's a starlight serpent and she's gonna purr on.
[Bridge]
The clickers in their caves, they shiver and they pay,
Little grey moths to her electric ballet.
She don't wear no chains, boys — you do,
She's the spell and the spider and the web come true.
[Chorus]
Oh, she's a cosmic cam-cat, hologram queen,
Tipping in the dark for a glitter-machine.
[choir, whisper]
Click-click, baby, drop your silver coin —
She's a starlight serpent and she's gonna (purr on.)
[hand claps]
[Lead Guitar Solo Outro]