Álbum Lunch Boxes & Choklit Cows de Marilyn Manson - Canciones

Lunch Boxes & Choklit Cows

Reseña
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. Además, 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. Por consiguiente, 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. Así pues, 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. En consecuencia, 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. Asimismo, su impacto reside en su valor como documento histórico para los fans más acérrimos, permitiendo explorar sus raíces y su crecimiento. Por lo tanto, para los puristas y los que desean comprender los orígenes de una figura controvertida, este disco es una joya invaluable. En definitiva, 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 del álbum Lunch Boxes & Choklit Cows
- Red (In My) HeadVer letra
[X]letra de Red (In My) Head
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 BuggyVer letra
[X]letra de Dune Buggy
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 QueenVer letra
[X]letra de Meat for a Queen
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 KnucklesVer letra
[X]letra de White Knuckles
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
- ThingmakerVer letra
[X]letra de Thingmaker
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
4 Comentarios de los usuarios
- : fanaticismo
- anghe: me parece muy lindo marilyn es muy bueno
- Oscar: Espectacular!!Muy Bueno Es Este Cd!!
- jorge: muy bueno
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. Además, 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. Por consiguiente, 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. Así pues, 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. En consecuencia, 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. Asimismo, su impacto reside en su valor como documento histórico para los fans más acérrimos, permitiendo explorar sus raíces y su crecimiento. Por lo tanto, para los puristas y los que desean comprender los orígenes de una figura controvertida, este disco es una joya invaluable. En definitiva, 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.
letra de Red (In My) Head
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
letra de Dune Buggy
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
letra de Meat for a Queen
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
letra de White Knuckles
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
letra de Thingmaker
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