Lunch Boxes & Choklit Cows es un álbum de Marilyn Manson, publicado en 2004. El disco incluye 10 canciones, entre ellas «Red (In My) Head», «Dune Buggy», «Insect Pins» y «Learning to Swim».
Sobre el álbum
La discografía de Marilyn Manson nos sumerge en las rarezas de "Lunch Boxes & Choklit Cows", un álbum que, de inmediato, se percibe como una ventana a sus primeros años y su evolución. Este disco, a menudo una compilación de demos, grabaciones tempranas y rarezas de Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids, ofrece una visión cruda y fascinante de sus orígenes. El álbum se siente como una cápsula del tiempo, un vistazo a los primeros pasos de una leyenda.
Las canciones exploran temáticas de infancia distorsionada, crítica social y la experimentación sonora que los caracterizaría. Se pueden escuchar versiones primigenias de temas que luego evolucionarían, mostrando la esencia de su sonido en bruto. Por otra parte, la producción es más rudimentaria, lo que realza la autenticidad y la energía de sus grabaciones iniciales. El álbum suena a un laboratorio, un testimonio de la gestación de un estilo único y provocador.
"Lunch Boxes & Choklit Cows" consolidó la reputación de Marilyn Manson como un artista que ya desde el principio mostraba una visión y una audacia que lo distinguirían. Su impacto reside en su valor como documento histórico para los fans más acérrimos, permitiendo explorar sus raíces y su crecimiento. Para los puristas y los que desean comprender los orígenes de una figura controvertida, este disco es una joya invaluable. Es una prueba irrefutable de que la genialidad de Marilyn Manson ya se gestaba en esas cajas de almuerzo y vacas de chocolate, con un toque peculiar.
Listado de Canciones
- Red (In My) Head
Letra
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 Red, red in my head 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 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 Red, red they call me red Red, in bed The girl - Dune Buggy
Letra
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 Cuz 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 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 Rip it out Goddamn toilet washes me away Cuz 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 I am the Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how I am the Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how - Insect Pins
- Learning to Swim
- Negative Three
- Meat for a Queen
Letra
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 falsified sexuality You can't 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... you can't prove anything 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 can't 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 You don't need your worthless mortal body You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose You can't prove anything - White Knuckles
Letra
Smack dab flat on my back Solid ground beginning 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 our face Fistfuls of you 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 - Scaredy Cat
- Thingmaker
Letra
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 thief 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 - Thrift