Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids

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1. Прелюдия: Marilyn Manson and the Spooky kids (1989-1993)..........3

2. Portrait of an American Family (1994)...................................................15

3. Smells Like Children (1995).....................................................................37

4. Antichrist Superstar (1996)......................................................................46

5. Mechanical Animals (1998)......................................................................78

6. Holy Wood (2000)......................................................................................97

7. The Golden Age of Grotesque (2003)....................................................122

8. Eat Me, Drink Me (2007).........................................................................144

9. Приложение: Тексты песен, не вошедших в альбомы……….....165

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Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids

(1989-1993)

Red (in my head) Smiling faces on the wall I took a walk down the hall I banged my fist against the door I tossed a quarter to the whore The Camera flashes in my eyes I spread the news she spreads her thighs Red, red in my head x2 I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all I bent her in half like a barbie doll Love, hate, viscerate Take this flesh and meditate I sat there with her We sat there 2 She said to me What should we do Well, I know some tricks and I'll show them to you Your mother won't mind at all if I do....To you The poor little girl The poor little girl The poor little girl didn't know what to say For her mother was out of the house today Today Today Red, red in my head... Red, red in my head (x2) Red, red they call me red Red, in bed The girl

Son of Sam Rise up Son of Man New York cities' Son of Sam With a gun in hand He reaps the women of our land Blood and family does his death depravity Keep out of his way Live to lie another day He picked up a.44 calibur gun To shoot her down, down He was told to kill Dogs and Demons gave him will Fear and roaming nights Some remember hating life Nobody wants him He just stares at the world Planning his vengance That he will soon unfurl Now the time is here For Son of Sam to spread fear Father holy ghost, wicked son who kills the most Nobody wants him They just turn their heads Nobody helps him Now he has his revenge Down, down, down... Gunshots full of lead Fills his victims full of dread Running as fast as they can Son of Sam killed again! Down, down, down... Down, down, down...

IV TV Black Sun came and changed our name Made our lives this simple stain Drove the children from their chores Handcrafted housewives into whores Society snake it ate our brains Injected poison in our veins T.V. minds hip swing grinds Faces cracked and filled with lines Black sun came and changed our name Made our lives this simple stain Introveneous T.V. feeds Bedroom violence all he sees Ride the lightning to the sky Stab the clouds and watch them cry... (pre-chorus) All we do is smite for what we think is right Sound of mind bereft of sight Denial taking human life Clouds go by children run Gulls do nosedives in the sun Water falling from a spout into wanting thirsty mouths... (pre-chorus, chorus) All we do is smite for what we think is right Sound of mind bereft of sight Endless blinding cathode light

Telephone Another night of too much cough syrup. I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone. I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes and my mouth is dry and tastes shitty. Again the ringing Slowly I bustle out of bed. The remnants of an erection still lingering in my shorts Like a bothersome guest Again the ringing Carefully I abscond to the bathroom as to not display my manhood to others. There I make the perfunctory morning faces which always seem to precede my daily contribution to the once-blue toilet water that I always enjoy making green Again the ringing I shake twice like most others and I'm annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs I slowly languidly, lazily, crazily, Stumble into the den Where my father smokes his guitars I mean cigars In his easy chair. I know all about easy chairs and then I sing a song for my friends Jesus is my boyfriendJesus is my boyfriend You can't have him Because jesus is my boyfriend Ringing ringing Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard. Since it keeps ringing I know it's her and since it keeps ringing she knows it's me We are the world, we are the children We are the ones who make a darker day So let's start killing There's a choice you're making We're sparing our own lives It's true we'll make a darker day. Just you and me

Junk the Magic Dragon Mellow yellow acid kiss Warhol painted callio-trips Spining, spining, spin again Coke, tar, crystal methane thrill Cash in dime for a ride My brain like eggs is cracked and fried Cash in dime for a ride My brain like eggs is cracked and fried Junk the magic dragon Lives, in my pain Junk the magic dragon, yeah Love will always end, it ends in pain (?) Bones are pulled so tight on skin Like canvas tent poles or something I need smiles on my lips Oh, but it gives incentives Cash in dime for a ride My brain like eggs is cracked and fried Cash in dime for a ride My stone black jeans look just real fine Junk the magic dragon Lives, in my pain Junk the magic dragon, yeah Love will always end, it ends in pain

Devil in my Lunchbox Other times, I'll bring my garlic spread. You know, the garlic spread The garlic spread's important And then you just walk around, And the people always come up And they're always sayin', "Whaddya got in yer lunchbox?" "For the most part, it's usually my lunch, You goddamn cunt." I get so mad. But you know Yeah, they Sometimes I'll just I just SCREEEEEAM! "Hit it!" There's a devil in my lunchbox! x2 He's right over there Next to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich And the banana. That's right. There is a devil in my lunchbox. x2 He's just hangin' out By the peanut butter and jelly sandwich And the banana That sometimes you gotta bruise Like one of them strippers at the Peach Tree Lounge. That's on Power Line Road, Right next to the pound, By the 7-11. Devil in my lunchbox! There's a devil in my lunchbox! He's just hangin' out By the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. There is a devil.There is a devil. There is a devil in my lunchbox! Devil, devil, devil in my lunchbox.

Number 9 "Take my money" is all I think. He looks at the earring. "Fag" he mumbles. I don't mind, he's fat No one likes him. Life's too short I pass a table of black girls with short hair They look like, men They all look the same I can hear the strobe now It's loud and the music's too bright I look for my friends but I can't remember if I came alone or, not doesn't matter though There's hundreds of people who have waited all their lives No doubt to be my friend *cough cough* And as I near the bar I see two persons Eating each other's faces I bark to the bartender He gives me a placebo I'm so young he tells me to be here I nod and swallow the bland drink Then I stumble several times near a crowd and they think I'm a good dancer I hear a girl tell anther girl that some girl she knows watched a....girl Puke in the toilet I smile in their general direction The good looking one comes over and bites my cheek It hurts and I start to hit her But she's grinning And I can see my blood on her teeth And I pull her to me My place or yours? "The gutter will be fine," she confesses As we walk out She takes another bite from my cheek And I smile at the fat man By the door   Justify My Love Wanting, waiting for you to justify my love I want you to chew my balls In Paris, Niagara Falls I want you to lick my toes Los Angeles, San Francisco With the fags and the ho's. Wanting, waiting for you to justify my love For you to justify my love... Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Wanting, waiting for you to justify my love Wanting, waiting for you to justify my love

Cat in the Hat The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day. I sat there with Sally. We sat there, we two. And I said "How I wish We had something to do!" Too wet to go out and too cold to play ball. So we sat in the house. We did nothing at all. So all we could do was to Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit! And we did not like it. Not one little bit. *BUMP* And then something went bump! How that bump made us jump! We looked! Then we saw him step in on the mat! We looked! And we saw him! The Cat in the Hat! And he said to us, "Why do you sit there like that?" "I know it is wet And the sun is not sunny. But we can have lots of good fun that is funny!" "I know some good games we could play," Said the cat. "I know some new tricks," Said the Cat in the Hat. "A lot of good tricks. I will show them to you. Your mother will not mind at all if I do." Then Sally and I did not know what to say. Our mother was out of the house for the day. But our fish said, "No! No! Make that cat go away! Tell that Cat in the Hat You do NOT want to play. You should not be here. You should not be about. You should not be here. When your mother is out!" "Now! Now! Have no fear. Have no fear!" said the cat. "My tricks are not bad," Said the Cat in the Hat. "Why, we can have lots of good fun, if you wish, With a game that I call UP-UP-UP with a fish!" "Put me down!" said the fish. "This is no fun at all! Put me down!" said the fish. "I do NOT wish to fall!" "Have no fear!" said the cat. "I will not let you fall. I will hold you up high as I stand on a ball. With a book in one hand! And a cup on my hat! But that is not ALL I can do!" Said the cat... "Look at me! Look at me now!" said the cat. "With a cup and a cake On the top of my hat! I can hold TWO books! I can hold up the fish! And a little toy ship! And some milk on a dish! And look! I can hop up and down on the ball! But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all... "Look at me! Look at me! Look at me NOW! It is fun to have fun From up there on the ball. And Sally and I, We saw ALL the things fall! And our fish came down, too. He fell into a pot! He said, "Do I like this? Oh, no! I do not. This is not a good game," Said out fish as he lit. "No, I do not like it, Not one little bit!" "Now look what you did!" Said the fish to the cat. "Now look at this house!

White Knuckles Smack dab flat on my back The solid ground began to crack I pulled her down and down and down I lost my breath I thought I'd drown Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Her leg, my hand, a smoldering brand Sticking to her wet body like sand Her place, distaste, we fell from grace Red smears across her face Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles White knuckles! White knuckles! White knuckles! White knuckles

Dune Buggy They'd mount machine guns on top of the dune buggies And the girls would drive the dune buggy while the guys shot the machine gun We'd swoop down on the town and kill everyone that wasn't beautiful Take it out take it out Take it out take it out Take it out Dog god, bites my face Rip it out by the roots Rip it out by the roots From my skull Goddamn toilet washes me away Cuze I am the Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how Trippin this trippin this Trippin this trippin this Trippin that Smile like, a cheshire cat Get it out get it out Get it out get it out Get it out of your skull You're just a doll I make sometimes to play Take me down now Hole in the ground The little girls think That I'm so sweet Mocked up and down Heart like a ghost town Spirits of the world Cower at my feet... (first verse, chorus)

Meat for a Queen Fornicators in wooden silence Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate Supplication congregation Count the creases in your face Prophet preaches hypocrisy Disemboweling heresy and your falsities and your falsities and your falisfied sexuaullity You cant prove anything that happened yesterday...now is the only thing that's real The sky was purple and my eyes were red I fell from the firmament upon my head Was it something something something I said? One day people gonna make me dead Caught in this dream Can't hear me scream It's another variation on my theme I'm omnipotent fiend I'm Meat for a queen My hair runs black and my eyes go green You Can't prove anything. x2 You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose Your god is cerebral masturbation and satan is your sorry excuse Fuck fuck fuck fuck You cant prove anything that happened yesterday...now the only thing that's real You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose Your god is cerebral masturbation and satan is your sorry excuse You don't need your worthless mortal body x3 Belief is just a pitiful noose

She’s not my Girlfriend Her heart is in my hand It shivers like a toad She tries to understand the Tiny lump that's down inside her throat It goes......Suck suck x3 Her head is in my lap It twists and coughs and sings Her hair is in my grasp It hangs and swings like swollen strings It goes.....Suck suck x3 Her face is inside out An open book report I read what she's about And she's filled with words that hurt It goes......Suck suck x3 Sometimes I want her in Sometimes I want her out My perception of sin Is filled with pain and fear and doubt She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am (x2) Her clothes are on the ground A crumpled rainbow mass She's scattered all around And she's scattered now like broken glass It goes......Suck suck x3 Sometimes I want her in Sometimes I want her out My perception of sin Is filled with pain and fear and doubt She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am (x2) She she, she isn't my girlfriend

Negative Three give me your blood, your teeth your high school pictures your words can't begin to satisfy my needs (yeah) give me your hand i'll never give you flowers your touch can't begin to satisfy my... i can't save you from me this time you can't save you nothing comes between you and i don't know what you see in my negativity i know you know it's one part you and three parts me (yeah) show me your scars show me your broken mirrors your dreams can't begin to satisfy my... i can't save you from me this time you can't hide from me can't hide whats inside, in your mind...... (chorus) x2 always has been and always will be three parts me

Choklit Factory There was strange was a man there, I think he was the Tinker. He was standing right behind me looking up at the factory Just before he left he said"Nobody every goes in, and nobody every comes out" Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? One boy entertained by The torments of another soul Touching was confusing And he found he was all alone He sought salvation in the darkness of the choklit Sweets soaked insecurities And sugar teased his need to kill Peel back, the faces We hide within our choklit shell Some know indulgence Some know and some go much too far Where's the-where's the choklit? They came hypnotized by The promise in his somber grin He saw s-s-s-something In the weakness of their skin Peel back, the faces We hide within our choklit shell Some know indulgence Some know and some go much too far Little suprises around every corner but nothing too dangerous Is it raining is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing? Not a speck of light is showing So the danger must be growing Are the fires of hell a glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing? Yes the danger must be growing For the rowers keep on rowing Not showing signs of slowing Any sign that they are slowing Faster faster faster faster Faster faster faster faster Faster faster faster faster Faster faster faster faster Jeff saved for later His prizes of iniquity Polaroids to covet And bones to hide in 213 Peel back, the faces We hide within our choklit shell Some know indulgence Some know and some go...

Learning to swim I wanna be the fish I like the way he swims I bend my arms to fins Ego scales my skin I grab a sharp stick And I cut my gills The water rushes in... I'm too young To live this life I wanna be the fish I like the way he swims I grab a sharp stick I'm too young to live Inside this life They want me to stay This life I cannot feign They want me to stay This life I cannot feign They want me to stay This life I cannot feign

Let your Ego Die The clock is a ring on her finger That she checks When she's out of time The cigarette's a spike In the spur of the moment Digging in her, side...you fucking die... She cuts the paper with nails And her pen is bleeding poetry Nervous from the sex that she got And the wine that was spilled On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets Like to see you baby All torn up inside Girl you're dead already So just, let your ego die Nervous from the sex that she got And the wine that was spilled On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets Like to see you baby All torn up inside Girl you're dead already So just, let your ego die Girl you're dead already So just, let your ego die Die, die, die, die

Thingmaker You want to look like me You want to act like me You've got no sense of your own identity You can't begin to see That you and me makes we That's not what I want to be Fuck you! Imitation's not a flattery So, you can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel I said fuck you I don't want to know you I don't want to know It's about time I've made up my mind Get out of my life, you motherfucker It's about time, made up my mind I'm taking what's mine, you motherfucker You are made from things you steal from me You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel Can't begin to feel So, fuck you! You suck my energy, my personality You steal, steal, steal from me You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel Fuck you! Imitation's not a flattery So you're a pitiful thief You're a pitiful thief You're a pitiful thief Fuck you! I don't want to know you, I don't want to know It's about time I've made up my mind Get out of my life, you motherfucker It's about time, made up my mind I'm taking what's mine, you motherfucker You are made from things you steal from me You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel Can't begin to feel Fuck you! You want to worship me then just worship me Don't even try to be You're a fucking thief You're a fucking thief You're a fucking thief Fuck you Fuck you! Imitation's not a flattery So, you're a pitiful thief You're a pitiful theif You're a fucking thief I don't want to know you I don't want to know I don't want to know you I don't want to know you

Luci in the Sky with Demons I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs Are all your infants in abortion cribs You run like roaches, and you try to die I know your poison, in our space we'll lie To an obscene god we will dance and spit The skin is thin, in our beds we sit We take off our rings and we kneel Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal Sketch a little key hole For looking-glass people I don't want to be me I don't want to fear, no Momma's got a scarecrow Got to let the corn grow A man can't always reap what he sows (Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine) Leave yourself to be ultra-here The chill of fall is always crawling near Spiders in the flowers Never know their smell The barbers here know secrets They will never tell (Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine)

Suicide Snowman If I had time to kill the world I'd try Oh no, but I'm busy Killing me I don't have time to build a suicide Because the snowman melts in spring The striper girls will not be coming back In the summer...for me I don't have time to even say goodbye We are dying as winter lives Spring Snow melts in my lawn and I am free Corn cob pipe and a button nose Bottled in the ground too long Snow melts in my lawn and I am.... If I had time to kill the world I'd try But I'm busy Kill is ever me I don't have time to even say goodbye We are dying as winter lives Spring Snow melts in my lawn and I am free Corn cob pipe and a button nose Spring My tit is about to explode

Thrift I sit here all knowing Knowing nothing here at all, yeah My cuts spread slower Pig hands reach into my sides, yeah I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me, yeah I love the pain you give me This hurting feels like love to me, yeah They go down town down town They go Down inside x3 They go down town down town They go down town to sell Down town down town They go down town to sell My body hangs on hooks A cloth to society, yeah Your dollars wet my skin Makes me paper mache thrift, yeah I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me, yeah I love the pain you give me This hurting feels like love to me, yeah They go down town down town They go... (chorus) I hate this life you give to me x6

Filth You bite the tin foil they give you Your P.N.O.Y. mind is entombed You are amused by your confusion Staple your face to mine if you`re afraid to be alone I`ll mail you razor blades for Christmas If you`re so disgusted then leave the wicked way You are confused by your amusement The hypocrite will be the first to see the filth You want to look like me (You want to look like) You want to live like me (You want to live like) You want to live like me (You want to live like) You want to look like me (You want to look like) It`s not the same, you don`t mean a thing, you`re just another stain (x2) This won`t hurt... You should eat the shit you speak You know you are what you think (x2) Don`t you try to touch me You`re no different from what you see Don`t you try to touch me You`re just as filthy as filth can be Like a pinata you crack open Your candy guts cascade in rainbow You decay in your own containment the sweetest insides are all coated with their filth It`s not the same, you don`t mean a thing, you`re just another stain (x2)... (chorus)

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