Álbum Born Villain de Marilyn Manson - Canciones

Born Villain

2011 |

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La discografía de Marilyn Manson nos confronta con "Born Villain", un álbum que, de inmediato, se percibe como un regreso a la oscuridad y a la crudeza de sus raíces, con un toque de blues y rock gótico. Además, este disco explora temas de rebeldía, la naturaleza del mal y la crítica social, con una propuesta musical que se siente más visceral y directa. Por consiguiente, el álbum se siente como un manifiesto, una declaración de su identidad inquebrantable.

Las canciones combinan riffs de guitarra potentes con ritmos contundentes y una atmósfera opresiva que evoca el cine negro y el ocultismo. Así pues, "No Reflection", "Slo-Mo-Tion" y "Children of Cain" son ejemplos de su habilidad para crear himnos que resuenan con la fuerza de su voz y la emotividad de las letras. Por otra parte, la voz de Marilyn Manson se muestra más rasgada y profunda, transmitiendo la determinación y la oscuridad de cada palabra. En consecuencia, el álbum suena potente y auténtico, una inyección de rock industrial con alma.

"Born Villain" consolidó la reputación de Marilyn Manson como un artista que no teme mostrar su lado más oscuro y provocador, conectando con el público a un nivel muy profundo. Asimismo, su impacto reside en su habilidad para crear música que desafía y que invita a la reflexión, sin concesiones. Por lo tanto, para los amantes del rock con garra y las letras que exploran el lado más sombrío de la existencia, este disco es una joya imprescindible. En definitiva, es una prueba irrefutable de que la genialidad de Marilyn Manson se manifestaba en su capacidad para transformar el mal en arte, como un villano de nacimiento que siempre deja huella.

Listado de canciones del álbum Born Villain

Hey, Cruel World… 3:45
No ReflectionVer letra 4:36

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letra de No Reflection
Oh, ah ah ah ah

Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh

Crushing, cheating, changing.

Am I deaf or dead?

Is this constricting construction

Or just streets with rusty signs

Of something violent coming?

Oh, ah ah ah ah

Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh

This'll hurt you worse than me.

I'm weak, seven days a week.

Don't run from me. I won't

Bother counting one, two, three...

I don't know which me that I love.

Got no reflection.

I don't know which me that I love.

Got no reflection.

Show myself how to make a noose

A gun's cliche, and a razor too

I'm not a deathshare vacation, vacant station

Made of scars and filled with my old wounds

Oh, ah ah ah ah

Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh

This'll hurt you worse than me.

I'm weak, seven days a week.

Don't run from me. I won't

Bother counting one, two, three...

I don't know which me that I love.

Got no reflection.

I don't know which me that I love.

Got no reflection.

You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you.

You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you.

You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you.

You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you.

I don't know which me that I love.

Got no reflection.

I don't know which me that I love.

Got no reflection.

No Reflection.

No Reflection.

I've got no reflection.
Pistol WhippedVer letra 4:11

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letra de Pistol Whipped
You look so pretty

when you cry.

Don’t wanna hit you

but the only thing,

between our love is

(1) a bloody nose

(2) a busted lip

and

(3) a blackened eye

You look so pretty

when you cry.

Don’t wanna hit you

but the only thing,

between our love is

(1) a bloody nose

(2) a busted lip

and

(3) a blackened eye

You’re a little pistol

and I’m fucking pistol whipped

You’re a little pistol

and I’m fucking pistol whipped

(cock, cock, cock it)

When I undo my belt,

you melt and you walk away

with a red, red, red, red welt

(or so they say)

When I undo my belt,

you melt and you walk away

with a red, red, red, red welt

(or so they say)

You’re a little pistol

and I’m fucking pistol whipped

You’re a little pistol

and I’m fucking pistol whipped

I wanna have your ache

and beat you too

I wanna have your ache

and beat you too

I wanna have your ache

and beat you too

I wanna have your ache

and beat you too

You’re a little pistol

and I’m fucking pistol whipped

You’re a little pistol

and I’m fucking pistol whipped

(cock, cock, cock it)
Overneath The Path Of MiseryVer letra 5:19

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“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.”

[William Shakespeare]

Stare into my Kodak Rome Jack hammer ice eyes

Never thought you'd see the asphalt

Crack crack crack like a black egg shell

Don't ever say I never warned you from the start

Don't ever say I never warned you from the start

You're not a shovel, and I'm not your dirt

Is there any way to unswallow my pride?

Can I fuck myself down?

Why die when you can kill the father,

Dad is missing an 'E'

Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense

Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense

No, no, no, no, no reason

No, no, no, no, no reason

No, no, no, no, no reason

High and overneath

High and overneath

I won't regret letting you live

Even if you forget or you never saved me from

So I say whatever or for never

For for for for for for never

For for for for for for never

For for for for for for never, whatever

The rape of Persephone was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks

The rape of Persephone was a marketing scheme

Rape rape rape per so phony

Rape rape rape per so phony

Rape rape rape per so phony

Rape rape rape per so phony

High and overneath

High and overneath

Overneath

Overneath

Overblown

Unbeloved

Cannot be low

From the top of my lungs

To the bottom of my heart

I scream

At the chasm in between

And the path of misery

Overneath

Overneath

Overblown

Unbeloved

Cannot be low

From the top of my lungs

To the bottom of my heart

I scream

At the chasm in between

And the path of misery

High and overneath

High and overneath

No no no no no reason

No no no no no reason

No no no no no reason
Slo-Mo-TionVer letra 4:24

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letra de Slo-Mo-Tion
You’ve got your

Hell’s teeth

smiling at you.

It keeps your brain safe,

as it all eats at your face…

And don’t worry,

we’ll ‘blur it out’

and no one

ever will know,

oh

no, oh oh oh

This is my beautiful show

and everything is shot

in slo-motion

This is my beautiful show

and everything is shot

in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION

Pump in the laughter

of dead-audience applause

and TEENAGE RAPE candidates

I think we got ourselves

a ‘real hit’

Don’t we wish

that we could feel something

more than

hate and morbid panic

morbid panic

hate and morbid panic

This is my beautiful show

and everything is shot

in slo-motion

This is my beautiful show

and everything is shot

in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION

I’m the host with Vaseline

I hide behind bulletproof glass

and I can feel your tits

with my brand new camera

(equipped with a flash)

fast-food-nude

I hate you all

but somehow

you find me…

incredibly charming

This is my beautiful show

and everything is shot

in slo-motion

(incredibly charming)

This is my beautiful show

and everything is shot

in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION

(incredibly charming)

SLO-MO-TION

(incredibly charming)

This is my beautiful show

and everything is shot

in slo-motion
The GardenerVer letra 4:39

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letra de The Gardener
I’m not man enough to be human

But I’m trying to fit in

And I’m learning to fake it

Don’t ever meet their friends

It tells you too much

Or not enough

Or worse

Exactly the wrong thing

Every nuance

Every detail

Every movement

Every smell

Sound

Phrase

Inflection

The way she laughs

These are all the things that you obsessively fetishize

Or make yourself grow to love

Although you are supposed to be done growing

She is still growing

Its like a garden with two flowers

One just blooming and casting a shadow

Just like yours

And then it becomes a struggle

Of sunlight

Or rain

Or weeds

She and every she

Is doomed to be your idea of her

She and every she

Is doomed to be your idea of her

I’m not man enough to be human

But I’m trying to fit in

And I’m learning to fa fa fake it

But worse so,

Back to the point

You are no longer the flower

And the sun

And most importantly the garden

Or the gardener

A muse

Your amusement

I am used

It's all ruined if you meet their friends

She and every she

Is doomed to be your idea of her

She and every she

Is doomed to be your idea of her

I’m not man enough to be human

But I’m trying to fit in

And I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it

Fa fa fa fa fake it

Fa fa fa fa fake it

Fa fa fa fa fake it

Ffffffffffffffake it

You never wanted

To share

Your concept of your creation

With any other gods or worshippers

Your book isn’t burned

It was never written

Your book isn’t burned

It was never written

I’m not man enough to be human

But I’m trying to fit in

And I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it

Fa fa fa fa fake it

Fa fa fa fa fake it

Fa fa fa fa fake it

Ffffffffffffffake it
The Flowers Of EvilVer letra 5:20

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letra de The Flowers Of Evil
The day they covered us in the dirt

like stars in the ground

that will grow into dead flowers

The day they covered us in the dirt

like stars in the ground

that will grow into dead flowers

Your body’s on me

like sleepless spiders.

Your touch is so empty

Your touch is so empty

Your bodies on me like

sleepless spiders.

Your touch is so empty

Your touch is so empty

Your touch is so empty

Your touch is so empty

I’ve been running

from the bloodless

for fear of exile

for all of my sorceries

that shun the light

I’ve been running

from the bloodless

for fear of exile

for all of my sorceries

that shun the light

The day they covered us in the dirt

like scars in the ground

that will grow into dead flowers

The day they covered us in the dirt

like scars in the ground

that will grow into dead flowers

I’ve been running

from the bloodless

for fear of exile

for all of my sorceries

that shun the light

I’ve been running

from the bloodless

for fear of exile

for all of my sorceries

that shun the light

light

light

light

light
Children Of CainVer letra 5:18

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letra de Children Of Cain
Sacrifice won't suffice

Resurrection needs your death

To happen twice

Fall on my heart

And burn and forge

Your tortured black-smitten

Into the sharpest, fucking sword

[x2:]

Don't assume that I'm always with you

It's just where my mortal body happens to be

No Sineater to slay

Us Children of Cain

Watching monkey suicide,

Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away

Christ consciousness

Manifest to the Golden Ratio

5 or 500 million years ago

We were 15 foot high

And to die

Was a Bardot Bridge (t)

We never thought we'd cross

To burn down behind and below

No Sineater to slay

Us Children of Cain

Watching monkey suicide,

Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away

[x3:]

Don't assume that I'm always with you

It's just where my mortal body happens to be

So take your little black book

I see the way that you look in to it

I'll eat it and I'll cut my tongue

And all the pages you spread,

Sweet as honey you said

But I'm choking on your bitter stories

No Sineater to slay

Us Children of Cain

Watching monkey suicide,

Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away [x3]
DisengagedVer letra 3:25

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letra de Disengaged
And I could look into the

crowded morgue of mistakes

the sun stopped its smile

and frowned on me too

my re-built/re-mastered heart

is smashed into its faces

and its face is confused

I cut my throat in two

I said “sorry” to you,

for being a fool

but I didn’t want forgiveness.

It was regret,

not an apology

it was regret

regret

regret

Dis

Dis

Dis

Disengaged

Dis

Dis

Dis

Disengaged

you’re with me, against me

but the only thing forever is hate

I forget what i saw

before and after that day

I’d trade all I was worth

to make myself in to

the handsomest gun

and put the diamond bullet

into your

404 ERROR face

Dis

Dis

Dis

Disengaged

Dis

Dis

Dis

Disengaged

you’re with me, against me

but the only thing forever is hate

and I’m an event,

everybody knows

you decide if you can live

or you decide to let someone

decide for you

Dis

Dis

Dis

Disengaged

Dis

Dis

Dis

Disengaged

you’re with me, against me

but the only thing forever is hate
Lay Down Your Goddamn ArmsVer letra 4:14

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I'm not of this world

You're not in this heart

This isn't in me

To open this box

You can't shoot the lock

I hide everything

So you can't see

Wanna fight?

Wanna fuck?

Wanna die?

Try your luck...

Lay down your goddamn arms

Wanna fight?

Wanna fuck?

Wanna die?

Try your luck...

Lay down your goddamn arms

There isn't a key,

You can use on me

There isn't a key,

So lay down your arms

Arms

Arms

You're a book

Every page is written

In words

I cannot read

So I burn

Gotta burn

Gotta burn

Gotta burn it

So I burn

Gotta burn

Gotta burn

Gotta burn it

Wanna fight?

Wanna fuck?

Wanna die?

Try your luck...

Lay down your goddamn arms

Wanna fight?

Wanna fuck?

Wanna die?

Try your luck...

Lay down your goddamn arms

There isn't a key,

You can use on me

There isn't a key,

So lay down your arms

There isn't a key,

You can use on me

There isn't a key,

So lay down your arms

Arms

Arms

So I burn

Gotta burn

Gotta burn

Gotta burn it
Murderers Are Getting Prettier Every DayVer letra 4:19

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Do you always

have to hire actors,

to play the devils

that talk me

out of my

sui-sites?

You’re just

a ring tone,

that happens when

you get sick enough

to call the one

with bullet holes,

bullet holes for eyes

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices

of someone else’s angels

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices

of someone else’s angels

I broken open the box

when I spoke the spell

and I became

an entrance wound

to your bedroom grave,

and I was paid

with the shadow of consensual rape

Your ransom note

is quoted by,

your death and

birth certificates

and all of your love,

and all of your love letters

read just like my will

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices

of someone else’s angels

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices

of someone else’s angels

I don’t have to see

to know that murderers

are getting prettier

every day

I don’t have to see

to know that murderers

are getting prettier

every day

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices

of someone else’s angels
Born VillainVer letra 5:26

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letra de Born Villain
Could give you a dozen

Fresh,

Cut,

Pink, or red, or white

I wonder if they knew what they

Would grow to become

I could give you a dozen

Fresh,

Cut,

Pink, or red, or white

I wonder if they knew what they

Would grow to become

Become become

Become become

Be be be become

You'll have to cut it down

And burn me into splinters

Or I'll unwrap the string

That was me

Around your finger

And I'll hang you in

Your bedroom burial ground

There is a taste for blood

And it's something deep inside

There is a taste for blood

And it's deep inside

Become become

Become become

Be be be become

I don't ever want god

To hear our screams

And mistake them for prayers

And you know I'm loaded

But not which chamber

Touch me and I'll go

Click click click click click

Click click click click click

Click click click click click

There is a taste for blood

And it's something deep inside

There is a taste for blood

And it's deep inside

Become become

Become become

Be be be become

And you know I'm loaded

But not which chamber

Touch me and I'll go

Click click click click click

Click click click click click

Click click click click click

I'm born villain

Don't pretend to be a victim

I'm born villain

Don't pretend to be a victim

I'm born villain

Don't pretend to be a victim

I'm born villain

Don't pretend to be a victim
Breaking The Same Old GroundVer letra 4:27

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letra de Breaking The Same Old Ground
And then I found how to be what you want

when I was out looking for something new

Digging too deep

and now it’s too late

we just keep on

breaking the same old ground

So you think that I asked for this

well, let me show you

what I think of your lips

And you think that I asked for this

come on,

use your fist

And then I found how to be what you want

when I was out looking for something new

Digging too deep

and now it’s too late

we just keep on

breaking the same old ground

So you think that I asked for this

well, let me show you

what I think of your lips

And you think that I asked for this

come on,

use your fist

When I found how to be what you want

I was out looking for something new

digging too deep

now it’s too late

we just keep on

breaking the same old ground

breaking the same old ground

shhhhhh…

shhhhhh…

I am owned by death

and

I’m in love with oblivion

I am owned by death

and

I’m in love with oblivion
You're So Vain 4:02