Álbum Live de Marilyn Manson - Canciones
Live
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La fuerza indomable de Live captura la esencia pura de Marilyn Manson en su hábitat natural: el escenario. Además, 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. Por lo tanto, 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. Por otra parte, la calidad del sonido en este álbum en vivo es notable, permitiendo que cada detalle de la música y la atmósfera se aprecie con claridad. En consecuencia, el álbum se siente como una experiencia total, una oportunidad de vivir la magia de Marilyn Manson de primera mano.
Asimismo, "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. Por lo tanto, para los amantes del industrial metal en vivo y las actuaciones legendarias, este disco es una joya imprescindible. En definitiva, 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 del álbum Live
- White TrashVer letra 10:09
[X]letra de White Trash
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 HatVer letra 6:12
[X]letra de Dope Hat
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 - LunchboxVer letra 10:00
[X]letra de Lunchbox
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 MachineVer letra 5:30
[X]letra de Misery Machine
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 - Thrift 6:44
- CyclopsVer letra 4:02
[X]letra de Cyclops
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 MonkeyVer letra 6:20
[X]letra de My Monkey
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
La fuerza indomable de Live captura la esencia pura de Marilyn Manson en su hábitat natural: el escenario. Además, 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. Por lo tanto, 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. Por otra parte, la calidad del sonido en este álbum en vivo es notable, permitiendo que cada detalle de la música y la atmósfera se aprecie con claridad. En consecuencia, el álbum se siente como una experiencia total, una oportunidad de vivir la magia de Marilyn Manson de primera mano.
Asimismo, "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. Por lo tanto, para los amantes del industrial metal en vivo y las actuaciones legendarias, este disco es una joya imprescindible. En definitiva, 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.
letra de White Trash
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.
letra de Dope Hat
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
letra de Lunchbox
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
letra de Misery Machine
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
letra de Cyclops
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
letra de My 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
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