Smells Like Children es un álbum de Marilyn Manson, publicado en 1995 por Nothing Records. El disco incluye 16 canciones, entre ellas «The Hands Of Small Children», «Diary Of A Dope Fiend», «S****y Chicken Gang Bang» y «Kiddie Grinder (Remix)».
Sobre el álbum
La atmósfera retorcida de Smells Like Children nos sumerge en un EP que profundiza en la oscuridad y la experimentación sonora de Marilyn Manson. Este trabajo, con su mezcla de versiones, interludios extraños y temas originales, demuestra la versatilidad y la inclinación de la banda por lo grotesco y lo perturbador. Cada pista se siente como un fragmento de una pesadilla, una exploración de lo prohibido y lo incómodo.
Las canciones presentes en este EP, como la famosa versión de "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" (original de Eurythmics), revelan la capacidad de Marilyn Manson para transformar melodías conocidas en algo completamente nuevo y siniestro. La voz del artista se adapta a las diferentes texturas, desde los susurros macabros hasta los gritos desgarradores, creando una atmósfera inquietante. Por otra parte, la producción es sucia y distorsionada, lo que realza la crudeza y la experimentalidad del sonido. El álbum suena como un experimento sonoro, un viaje a los confines de la depravación.
"Smells Like Children" consolidó la reputación de Marilyn Manson como un artista audaz y sin límites, capaz de generar controversia y fascinación a partes iguales. Para los que buscan un álbum que explore el lado oscuro de la música y la psique humana, este disco es una joya indispensable. Este EP marcó un paso importante en su carrera, demostrando su habilidad para dejar una huella imborrable en el panorama musical, con un olor a niños que desprendía una extraña atracción.
Listado de Canciones
- The Hands Of Small Children
- Diary Of A Dope Fiend
Letra
Pitiful fuck Are you still in love with me, Missi? I am so pretty and withdrawn I peek into the hole I struggle for control And the children love the show But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes Fail to see the anguish in my eyes I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 And the crowd begins to grin But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes It's no surprise And I know, and I'm coming down 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 And my visions getting fat The rabbits just a chicken in disguise Stars and pills and meatballs dance before our eyes They will bite the hand, if it is slower than The quickness of their scrutinizing eyes - S****y Chicken Gang Bang
- Kiddie Grinder (Remix)
Letra
I am the face of piss and shit and sugar I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey What I want what I want is just your children I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being Calliopenis envy from your daddy You're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear What I say disgusts him He wants to be me and that scares him "Let's do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey" The black keys Actually, he loves you Here is my real head Here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head Come along, kiddie winkies! They try to blink me not to think me Don't want to bring me out I am the rotten teeth my fists are lined with suckers My prison skins an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad I am your son Your dad You fag I am your fad Here is my real head Here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head Here we are, children! Come and get your lollipops! I have to take your voice and and stick my fingers in it Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Here is my real head Here is my real head Here is my real head Here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head I have to take your voice and and stick my fingers in it Fuck fuck! Here is my real head Here is my real head Here is my real head - Sympathy For The Parents
Letra
[Some Bitch:] I want to know um... why it is that all of you Seem to have Satanic signs all over you and what is that make... Does this music cause you to do what you do? [Marilyn Manson:] Is that directed at us or the parents? [Donahue:] That's funny... Twiggy [Marilyn Manson:] Does the music cause us to do what we do? [Donahue:] That's your little tape recorder... okay [Marilyn Manson:] We cause the music to do what it does... I think I think moshing is a sign of what Christians would call uh... the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
Letra
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused Sweet dreams are made of this Who had a mind to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused I wanna use you and abuse you I wanna know what's inside you Moving on, moving on Moving on, moving on Moving on, moving on Moving on Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused I'm gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside Gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside you - Everlasting C***sucker (Remix)
- F**** Frankie
- I Put A Spell On You
Letra
I put a spell on you because you're mine I can't stand the things that you do No, no, no I ain't lyin' No...I don't care if you don't want me 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow I am yours, yours, yours I love you...I love you...I love you... I love you I love you! I put a spell on you Lord! Lord! Lord! 'Cause you're mine I can't stand the things that you do when you're fooling around I don't care if you don't want me 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow I can't stand when you're fooling around If I can't have you, no one will I love you, you, you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, you, you I don't care if you don't want me 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow Yeah! - May Cause Discoloration Of The Urine Or Feces
- Scales, Guns And Peanut Butter
- Dance Of The Dope Hats (Remix)
Letra
Oh that hurts Children! 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, yeah yeah! The crowd begins to grin But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes It's no surprise Alright, Charlie. But please... 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 visions getting fat the rabbits 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 there 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 Chicanary will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Give it to me - White Trash (Remixed By Tony F. Wiggins)
- Dancing With The One-Legged...
Letra
You're gonna have a bunch of angry kids Well, when you do go out to a club Wait, wait, wait That, you just gotta watch yourself whatever you do Yeah, sure You just can't expect to go out there and just dance and don't get Touched and non violent because that's what it is I, I don't see how If you get the music inside your soul anything can happen. You don't play the music, you can't get it It's the music The music? Music is dangerous My s s s sympathy to the parents - Rock 'N' Roll Nigger
- Untitled
Letra
In The End I Became Them And I Led Them After All None Of Us Really Qualified as Humans We Were Hardworn Automatic And As Hollow As The "O" In God I Reattached My Emotions Cellular And Narcotic From The Top Of Hollywood It Looked Like Space Millions Of Capsules And Mechanical Animals A City Full Of Dead Stars And A Girl I Called Coma White This Is My Omega