Born Villain es un álbum de Marilyn Manson, publicado en 2011. El disco incluye 14 canciones, entre ellas «Hey, Cruel World…», «No Reflection», «Pistol Whipped» y «Overneath The Path Of Misery».
Sobre el álbum
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. 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. 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. "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. 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. Su impacto reside en su habilidad para crear música que desafía y que invita a la reflexión, sin concesiones. 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. 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
- Hey, Cruel World…3:45
- No Reflection4:36
Letra
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 Whipped4:11
Letra
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 Misery5:19
Letra
“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-Tion4:24
Letra
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 Gardener4:39
Letra
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 Evil5:20
Letra
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 Cain5:18
Letra
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] - Disengaged3:25
Letra
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 Arms4:14
Letra
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 Day4:19
Letra
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 Villain5:26
Letra
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 Ground4:27
Letra
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 Vain4:02