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
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
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