Live es un álbum de Marilyn Manson, publicado en 2002. El disco incluye 8 canciones, entre ellas «White Trash», «Dope Hat», «Lunchbox» y «Misery Machine».
Sobre el álbum
La fuerza indomable de Live captura la esencia pura de Marilyn Manson en su hábitat natural: el escenario. Este álbum en vivo transporta al oyente a la visceralidad de sus conciertos, donde la banda y el público se funden en una experiencia inmersiva y catártica. Cada canción se siente como un acto de rebeldía, una explosión de energía que te atrapa desde el primer acorde, reflejando su impacto en directo.
Las interpretaciones de sus clásicos son electrizantes y llenas de la teatralidad que los caracteriza, con Marilyn Manson liderando el show con un carisma inconfundible. Así pues, se pueden escuchar versiones que cobran una nueva vida en directo, con la voz del artista brillando con fuerza y expresividad. El álbum se siente como una experiencia total, una oportunidad de vivir la magia de Marilyn Manson de primera mano.
"Live" consolidó la reputación de Marilyn Manson como uno de los mejores artistas en directo, capaz de cautivar a miles de personas con su energía y su visión artística. Para los amantes del industrial metal en vivo y las actuaciones legendarias, este disco es una joya imprescindible. Es una prueba irrefutable de que la música de Marilyn Manson cobra una nueva dimensión sobre el escenario, convirtiéndose en una experiencia inolvidable que trasciende el mero sonido grabado y se eleva a un acto de arte.
Listado de Canciones
- White Trash10:09
Letra
Virgins sold in quantity, African-American heredity. I'm playin' my guitar and I'm feelin' fine. Why are all the niggers in the unemployment line? White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy. White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy. Teenage girl, a teenage queen; 'Til she's on video -- A PORNO queen! She likes to give head. She likes it mean. That's why she's my little queen. White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy. White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy. Yeah.... White boy tryin' to get some behind: "Who says date rape isn't kind?" Who's he gonna go? Who's he gonna please? It don't matter, As long as she's on her knees. White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy. White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy. - Dope Hat6:12
Letra
I peek into the hole, I struggle for control The children love the show But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes Fail to see the anguish in my eyes I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in The crowd begins the grin But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes It's no surprise Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes They will bite the hand if it is slower than The quickness of their scrutinizing eyes Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Chicanery will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me - Lunchbox10:00
Letra
Bring me down On we plow The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest Try to tell me, tell me he's the best But I don't really give a good goddamn 'cause I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me I got my pencils in my pocket, try to put me down Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground Gonna throw down at the playground I wanna go out Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker Pow, pow, pow Pow, pow, pow Pow, pow, pow Pow, pow, pow I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me Yeah I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me - Misery Machine5:30
Letra
Man in the front got a sinister grin Careen down highway 666 We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends The needles grow My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema To the abbey of Thelema Blood is pavement The grill in the front is my sinister grin Bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema To the abbey of Thelema Blood is pavement When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden I am fueled by filth and fury Do what I will, I will hurry there, there My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, blood is pavement... Go home to your mother! Doesn't she ever watch you? Tell her this isn't some communist day care center Tell your mother I hate her Tell your mother I hate you! ... I want my son off of your mailing list I have already contacted the post office for your pornographic material that has been received in the mail My next stop is my attorney I do not want this number called anymore and I do not want anything delivered to my address If I receive anything else from this band or this group, my next phone call will be my attorney and you will be contacted Thank you and good bye - Thrift6:44
- Cyclops4:02
Letra
Cyclops woman got one eye in her head Mascara clotted vision she is fed Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all She got a pin-prick-spiral hole She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Cyclops woman dying in her shell Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well Cyclops woman is the eye of the world Who's reflection's in the retina She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Dialate, dialate She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Dialate, dialate - My Monkey6:20
Letra
I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way But then again don't we all What I make is what I am, I can't be forever I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo-choo and knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey's dead Poor little monkey Make you... break you... make you... break you... look out What I make is what I am, I can't live forever We are our own wicked gods With little g's and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise I had a little monkey and I sent him to the country And I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo-choo and knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey's dead The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection Of his own mind's dissonance - [Enhanced Video Tracks]22:47