When I first beheld her stunning, psychotic visage
Wrapped in gold pleather henley and a scarf that looked vintage
She was sitting at the minibar, smoking a cigarette
Accessorized with jewelry and a Carltonware tea set
“You look kind of familiar… Have I met you before?”
She said, “I knew who you were before you walked through that door.
“I could sense your noxious aura from a mile away.
“And I have a game for you if you’re interested in playing…”
She grabbed hold of my tie and dragged me along
Started stripping off clothing as she sang me a song
About dying and fucking and painting and fishing
And flowers and bullets and wartime and kissing
We made love for an hour, then she rolled me a joint
And the night simmered down to a beautiful point
Where I fell deep in love with this beauty so talentless
A manic progressive by the name of
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Oh, Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Down one, down two, down three more
“Who’s your interview with, boy, me or the floor?”
She took off my glasses and placed a kiss on my cheek
Sat me at the bar because my legs were so weak
“Ask me your questions, I haven’t got all day”
I fumbled for my notes in blind disarray
She sighed and poured a tonic with a dash of liqueur
And I surveyed the face of my crude saboteur
Her makeup was running; there were knots in her hair
She had a wild charisma and a hallowing glare
As she looked in my eyes, I felt my secrets escape me
The emotions welled up, but the floodgate was breaking
We dove into nothing and the moment collapsed
And we fell for eternity, but oh so relaxed
With my muse and my drugs and my notebook at last
I’d found love, but my mind had completely been trashed
Oh, Miss Christine!
I woke up in the bathroom with a lump on my skull
Found my way to the toilet, but the toilet was full
Of every kind of liquid you wouldn’t want in your body
So, I limped to the foyer, still woefully groggy
In a two-piece of leather, feather hat, and white boots
She stood terribly tall, looking for light abuse
But, she handed me drumsticks and a rather tight thong
Sat me down and instructed that I follow along
And I never stopped playing, for a minute at most
And we toured the country, from east coast to west coast
Our psychedelic riffage ripped apart every stage
And we made love each night in a lunatic rage
Until my baby, she left me one horrible night
While awaiting her entrance, second curtain stage right
And until I’m in hell, I won’t play anymore
Because there’s just this one woman that’s worth waiting for:
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Oh, Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
Miss Christine!
The sort of music that is beyond time.
The sort of music that you feel more than you hear.
I love the fact that vaporwave/dreampunk projects like these have such extremely evocative aesthetics they directly fill your mind with sensations you didn't know you had. You'd maybe think it relies on that solely, but it's coupled with gorgeous musicianship + intense production ideas. The volume and spaces it creates just pull you in instantly whatever your initial mood was.
Still stunning to this day. SUPRAQUENCER
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