cristina - things fall apart
I have to thank riotboi1 five ten fifty fold for finding this gem and bringing it into my miserable tear puddle of a life.
The story goes that one day, us kids were wandering the streets of Manhattan buying things we didn't need like sunglasses and scarves, shopping pretty late at night but somehow managing to not look anything like tourists, because we were so queer, and chic, our tummies were filled with black and white cookies and veggie pizza, just like real new york city kids. A brilliant concoction of marijuana and clove cigarette hung from my glossed lips as we fought our way throught he crowd. This might have even been the night that we spotted Misses Potato Head Woman(?) because we were walking down St.Marks Place, not because that's where Rosanna Arquette follows Madonna in the begining of Desperatly Seeking Susan. I'm almost positive that this was the night that I discovered the gay disco genius of Maxx Mann and the slightly overpriced but not yet offensive used vinyl selection of Kim's Video.
I found a Bikini Kill t-shirt for Sam, and a Throbbing Gristle t-shirt for myself (which I was forgot about), and while I wandered the isles, I found a CD by someone named Cristina. I also forgot to buy the CD, beacause I was high. I asked my Guru if he'd heard of her and he say "Yeah..she..." it started to trail of, see, I was fucking gone at that point but I know Sam has never had anything but the best taste.
Months later, I'm back at the cold smoky apartment I call home. I'm stoned, again, but it's not funny now is it? Earlier in the evening Sam handed me two burned CD's by Cristina. I pop it in and I'm overcome with jealousy. This is the album I was supposed to make, twenty two years ago. I was supposed to be the smart mouthed international girl that recorded music just because, and got invited to all the right parties. I was supposed to tipsy with my toes tingling in Christian Laboutins. I was supposed to be spilling Lemon LaCroix on my Christian Lacroix so that I could air kiss Zandra Rhodes and french kiss Nick Rhodes. But it was not meant to be. All I have now are the memories of what could have been, and this amazing CD.
I dare say, you must own Cristina's albums Sleep It Off and Doll in a Box.
While you wait for your brown paper package to arrive, check out (possibly) the only page on the net dedicated to Cristina Monet
http://www.redoverwhite.org/cristina/
Meanwhile, this song sums up how I feel every day, when I wake up. Holiday or not.
Cristina - Things Fall Apart
My mother said. "I'm a survivor, I pull together Christmas every year."
"Something has to last" she said. "Once a year, let's have the past."
And then one year, to reach up high, to hang an angel from the tree,
Became a painful thing,
"Besides, she's lost a wing" my mother said.
Things fall apart but they never leave my heart
Good Morning Midnight: it's Christmas...
My boyfriend said, "It's really sweet the way you go for Christmas cheer."
I said, "We can't afford the tree."
He said, "Love is free."
So we trimmed the cactus with my earrings that we'd meant to pawn.
There wasn't any snow but there was rain, He licked me like a candy-cane.
And then one day he said "I can't stand in your way, it's wrong."
"Way of what?" I asked, but he was gone.
Things fall apart but they never leave my heart
Good Morning Midnight: it's Christmas...
The party was a huge success,
"But where should we go next?" they said.
They'd killed a tree of ninety-seven years, and smothered it in lights and silver tears.
They all got wrecked, they laughed too loud, I started to feel queasy in the crowd, I grabbed a cab back to my flat, and wept a bit, and fed the cat.
Things fall apart but they never leave my heart
Good Morning Midnight: it's Christmas...
The story goes that one day, us kids were wandering the streets of Manhattan buying things we didn't need like sunglasses and scarves, shopping pretty late at night but somehow managing to not look anything like tourists, because we were so queer, and chic, our tummies were filled with black and white cookies and veggie pizza, just like real new york city kids. A brilliant concoction of marijuana and clove cigarette hung from my glossed lips as we fought our way throught he crowd. This might have even been the night that we spotted Misses Potato Head Woman(?) because we were walking down St.Marks Place, not because that's where Rosanna Arquette follows Madonna in the begining of Desperatly Seeking Susan. I'm almost positive that this was the night that I discovered the gay disco genius of Maxx Mann and the slightly overpriced but not yet offensive used vinyl selection of Kim's Video.
I found a Bikini Kill t-shirt for Sam, and a Throbbing Gristle t-shirt for myself (which I was forgot about), and while I wandered the isles, I found a CD by someone named Cristina. I also forgot to buy the CD, beacause I was high. I asked my Guru if he'd heard of her and he say "Yeah..she..." it started to trail of, see, I was fucking gone at that point but I know Sam has never had anything but the best taste.
Months later, I'm back at the cold smoky apartment I call home. I'm stoned, again, but it's not funny now is it? Earlier in the evening Sam handed me two burned CD's by Cristina. I pop it in and I'm overcome with jealousy. This is the album I was supposed to make, twenty two years ago. I was supposed to be the smart mouthed international girl that recorded music just because, and got invited to all the right parties. I was supposed to tipsy with my toes tingling in Christian Laboutins. I was supposed to be spilling Lemon LaCroix on my Christian Lacroix so that I could air kiss Zandra Rhodes and french kiss Nick Rhodes. But it was not meant to be. All I have now are the memories of what could have been, and this amazing CD.
I dare say, you must own Cristina's albums Sleep It Off and Doll in a Box.
While you wait for your brown paper package to arrive, check out (possibly) the only page on the net dedicated to Cristina Monet
http://www.redoverwhite.org/cristina/
Meanwhile, this song sums up how I feel every day, when I wake up. Holiday or not.
Cristina - Things Fall Apart
My mother said. "I'm a survivor, I pull together Christmas every year."
"Something has to last" she said. "Once a year, let's have the past."
And then one year, to reach up high, to hang an angel from the tree,
Became a painful thing,
"Besides, she's lost a wing" my mother said.
Things fall apart but they never leave my heart
Good Morning Midnight: it's Christmas...
My boyfriend said, "It's really sweet the way you go for Christmas cheer."
I said, "We can't afford the tree."
He said, "Love is free."
So we trimmed the cactus with my earrings that we'd meant to pawn.
There wasn't any snow but there was rain, He licked me like a candy-cane.
And then one day he said "I can't stand in your way, it's wrong."
"Way of what?" I asked, but he was gone.
Things fall apart but they never leave my heart
Good Morning Midnight: it's Christmas...
The party was a huge success,
"But where should we go next?" they said.
They'd killed a tree of ninety-seven years, and smothered it in lights and silver tears.
They all got wrecked, they laughed too loud, I started to feel queasy in the crowd, I grabbed a cab back to my flat, and wept a bit, and fed the cat.
Things fall apart but they never leave my heart
Good Morning Midnight: it's Christmas...